Unfaithfully Yours

CW: Cheating, branding, rough sex, NSFW

i. oh no, he’s hot.

Elrick Bhuvanesh was seventeen-years-old the first time he sat on his father’s throne. 

Today he would be tested on his ability to command. He was also to grant Emmanuel Maravalle, the middle high-born Maravalle child, the ability to induct others into the magical realm. 

This would be the first bout of magic not related to self-transformation he’d be allowed to complete on his own. The Key Keeper ceremony was a simple one, but the job was so important to the magical realm he was practically vibrating with excitement at the idea of performing it.

He had, of course, seen his father do it hundreds of times, but this time he was allowed to do it alone

“Your highness,” his single guard addressed him, pulling him from his thoughts. 

“Yes?” Elrick asked, eyeing the man. 

He was short and buff with dark skin and glittering emerald eyes, a tell-tale family trait of the low-blood Maravalles. 

“Emmanuel Maravalle has arrived, shall I bring him in?” The guard asked.

Elrick nodded curtly.

“As you wish, my prince,” the Maravalle said, retreating from the throne.

When the guard entered again, Emmanuel in tow, Elrick had to bite his tongue to curb his very real reaction to the high-born Maravalle. 

He was incredibly tall and waifishly thin with a broad chest and long dreadlocked hair that spilled over his shoulders. He was probably the most gorgeous man Elrick had ever seen. 

The lower-caste Maravalle walked Emmanuel to the center of the room, standing aside as Emmanuel lowered himself to his knees, head bowed with one arm crossed over his chest. 

“My prince,” Emmanuel said in a voice so deep and melodic, it gave Elrick chills. 

“Maravalle,” Elrick said, voice wavering. 

The edges of Emmanuel’s lips quirked upward into a little smirk at the sound. 

Something that did not go unnoticed by Elrick. This one was going to be trouble , he could tell. 

“Shall I rise, my prince?” Emmanuel asked, interrupting his thoughts.

Elrick narrowed his eyes. “You’ll rise when you are commanded to rise,” he snapped, trying to sound authoritative. 

Emmanuel’s infuriating little smirk grew larger. 

“As you command, my prince,” Emmanuel said, his tone teasing. 

On the throne, Elrick shifted, a strange, but not altogether unpleasant feeling coming over him. He should not be attracted to the disrespect this Maravalle was showing him. And yet.

“But I cannot kneel before you all day,” Emmanuel teased, licking his lips. “Unless that is what you desire.” He raised his gaze, to look at Elrick, eyes dancing with amusement. 

Elrick’s mouth opened in surprise, his stomach doing somersaults. No one, not even his betrothed, had ever spoken to him like this. He knew he should punish Emmanuel for his insolence and for embarrassing him in front of a low-born Maravalle guard, but…

He liked being spoken to like that. 

“Rise then, Maravalle,” Elrick commanded, irritated. “Let’s get this over with.”

“You want to be rid of me already?” Emmanuel asked, rising to his full height. “I’m hurt.”

Elrick chose not to respond, rising slowly from the throne and walking toward Emmanuel with purpose. “Give me your hand,” he commanded. 

Emmanuel did as he was bid, offering him his hand, palm up.

Elrick tried not to stare at the length of his fingers or the sheer size of Emmanuel’s hand compared to his own. He also definitely did not stop breathing, nor was his heart racing wildly in his chest. He was the picture of grace and ease as he reached forward, pressing a single razor sharp fingernail into Emmanuel’s palm until the older man’s blood bubbled forth. 

“Say your oath,” Elrick said, “bind yourself to the magical realm as its servant for all the rest of your days.” He released Emmanuel’s palm, waving his hand in the space between them to produce the Key Keeper alter. “Bind your blood to the keepers before you.”

Emmanuel lowered his hand to the altar, pressing his palm flat against it. 

“I bind myself to the magical realm, to magic itself, as a keeper of secrets and the keys to the kingdom. I give myself as a servant, willing magic to use me as it pleases for the good of the realm,” Emmanuel recited. 

The altar glowed beneath his touch, accepting his bloodied handprint into the catalogue of Key Keepers that was kept by the realm. 

“And so you are bound,” Elrick said. 

Emmanuel raised his eyes from the altar, lifting his hand and turning it over. “Consano,” he said, healing the wound Elrick had given him. The skin of his palm smooth again.

“Great job,” Emmanuel smiled, reaching out to pat Elrick on the shoulder. “I would never have known this was your first time.”

Elrick glanced at where Emmanuel’s hand was on his arm, literally touching him. Other than family members, touching like this was now allowed. Even something so innocent as this. 

Emmanuel had to have known that, but he did it anyway

“Emmanuel,” Elrick said, his voice a low rumble of warning. 

“Elrick,” Emmanuel responded in kind. 

A soft, breathy gasp escaped his lips. No one outside of his parents and Adorara had ever called him by his first name. 

Emmanuel chuckled. “Are you surprised by my disrespect, my prince?” he teased.

Elrick’s mouth went dry. He had no idea how to respond. Etiquette dictated that he should punish Emmanuel for this, but…

“Why hasn’t the low-born reprimanded you?” Elrick demanded, eyeing the low-born Maravalle curiously. 

“Is that what you want?” Emmanuel questioned. “For Adrien to reprimand me?” 

Elrick turned his gaze back up to Emmanuel. 

“Have I offended you so greatly that you would have someone of my own blood remove me from your presence?” Emmanuel pressed.

Elrick watched him, in silence for a long moment. 

“No,” he admitted. 

“Then what do you want, your highness?” 

“For you to answer my question,” Elrick snapped. “Why has the low born not…put a stop to this?” He wasn’t comfortable in engaging in this type of behavior with a supervisor present. 

“I bribed him,” Emmanuel said, shifting nervously. “Is that okay?”

“Why?” Elrick asked, surprised. 

“Have you seen yourself?” Emmanuel asked, gesturing to Elrick’s body. 

Elrick narrowed his eyes in confusion. “What were you expecting to…get out of this? Bribing our supervisor?” 

Emmanuel shrugged. “ You . I wanted to see you.”

“Why me?” Elrick asked. “Of everyone else you could’ve—”

“Do you remember when we first met?” Emmanuel interrupted. 

Elrick blinked up at him in surprise. “No,” he answered honestly. He honestly thought this was the first time they had ever met each other. 

“It was when you and Lucian met formally for the first time,” Emmanuel said. “You probably don’t remember it because we were all so young. I think you and Lucian were seven at the time, but I remember.”

“What does this have to do with—” Emmanuel pressed one of his long, slender fingers to Elrick’s lips to quiet him. 

“Lucian had been so nervous about meeting you. Meeting the royal you’re supposed to be bound to for eternity or until one of you dies is not an easy thing to do,” Emmanuel continued. “We’d heard things about you and your family all our lives. How dangerous and calculating you all were, but…you were different.”

Elrick shifted in front of him, still silenced by Emmanuel’s finger pressed to his lips. Normally, this slight would be punishable by death, but Elrick had never been as uptight as his family tried to raise him to be. 

“Lucian couldn’t see it then,” Emmanuel said. “I’m not sure she can even see it now, but I noticed. You’re not at all like your family. And I wanted the chance to see… you .” He lowered his hand from Elrick’s lips, indicating that the other man could speak again if he wanted to. 

“And?” Elrick asked. “Did I surprise you?”

“Yes,” Emmanuel admitted. 

Elrick wanted to ask how, he wanted to know what Emmanuel had expected him to react to the things he’d said to him, but the giant door to the throne room opened with a loud creaking noise and the two of them jumped apart. 

ii. here we go again

Elrick Bhuvanesh was nineteen and in his second year of university when he saw Emmanuel again. 

After their brief encounter a few years ago, Elrick had tried to put Emmanuel out of his mind, but there was no denying the raw attraction between them. He’d never have someone pay him so much attention. 

So, seeing him there in the lobby of his apartment building had been a surprise to say the least. 

“Emmanuel,” Elrick said, approaching him. 

The days of adult supervision were behind them now, since he’d turned eighteen and moved to Manhattan. Now he and Emmanuel could be completely alone without anyone to bribe. The idea of that thrilled him more than it should have.

“Elrick,” Emmanuel said, surprised. “What are you doing here?” 

“I…live here,” Elrick responded, as if it should have been obvious. This was the best magic friendly building on the Upper East Side. Plus, his family owned it.

“Oh, uh,” Emmanuel glanced around the building nervously. “I guess I should’ve expected that.”

Emmanuel seemed so different than the last time they’d met. He was more anxious and twitchy, his eyes scanning the lobby around them. 

“Who are you looking for?” Elrick asked. 

“My sister. And her roommate. I’m helping them move in today,” Emmanuel answered, distracted. 

“Luciana is moving here?” Elrick questioned, scanning the lobby as well. 

Emmanuel stilled for a moment, his gaze finally settling on Elrick’s face. He raised his eyebrow as if to ask ‘you expected her to live somewhere else’?

Elrick was annoyed at himself for even asking. Of course Lucian would be living here. “Who is her roommate?” he asked, changing the subject. “Another Maravalle?”

Emmanuel looked uncomfortable and he chewed the inside of his cheek nervously. “Do you remember the last time we saw each other?” he asked. “When I became a Key Keeper? Officially.”

“I…” Elrick went still. Of course he remembered, their conversation had been so strange and sexually charged, but he didn’t know if he should just…tell Emmanuel that or if he should play coy. 

Emmanuel didn’t wait for his answer. Instead, he stepped into Elrick’s space, his hand coming up to grip his chin forcefully. “Take me upstairs,” Emmanuel whispered. 

Elrick made a pitiful, needy sound. He’d been thinking about this moment since Emmanuel left the palace that day. What could have happened between them if they’d had more time alone. 

Emmanuel chuckled down at him. “Could you at least try to act like a high blood? I know I’m hot, but damn. I’m nothing compared to you or your betrothed.” 

“Don’t command me to take you upstairs and mention Adorara in the same breath,” Elrick snapped.

“I’m not commanding anything of you, my prince. I wouldn’t dream of giving a high blood orders. Not me, a lowly Maravalle,” Emmanuel purred.

“Don’t act so innocent,” Elrick snorted. “Not when you’ve already disrespected me so openly.”

“Oh, but you like it when I disrespect you, Elrick ,” Emmanuel teased. “Or you wouldn’t let me do it so much.”

“Don’t tell me what I like,” Elrick said softly, a little thrill going through his body at the sound of his name on Emmanuel’s lips. 

Emmanuel hummed thoughtfully. “How about you don’t act like you’re the one in control here, Bhuvanesh.” 

Elrick swallowed hard, biting back a low, needy groan. He shouldn’t be acting like this, especially not in public. There were royals and low-class magical creatures alike lounging around the lobby. Any of them could see them, standing there so close together, Emmanuel gripping his chin and smirking down at him. 

He could have Emmanuel killed for this. For treating him so familiarly. For even uttering his common name. He was supposed to address him by his title. Always . Unless it was impossible to do so without giving them away to the mortal realm. Even then, he should only use his first name. To debase him so completely was dangerous.

“See?” Emmanuel smirked. “Told you, you liked it.”

Elrick huffed, pushing Emmanuel’s hand away and taking a step back. “You’re playing with fire, Maravalle.” 

Emmanuel honest-to-God chuckled at him, crossing his long, spindly arms over his broad chest. “Then walk away, your highness,” he shrugged. “Makes no difference to me.”

Elrick clenched his fists by his side, closing his eyes tight for a for moments and taking several deep breaths to calm down. It wasn’t every day he was so…bothered by a middle blood. Emmanuel had been under his skin for several years now, though. And he didn’t think that was going to change anytime soon. 

He fished his keys out of his pocket and removed his spare, stepping forward and back into Emmanuel’s space. He pressed the spare key into Emmanuel’s palm. “Tell Luciana I say hello,” he said, glaring up at Emmanuel, daring him to disobey. 

Instead, the older man smirked, his hand closing around the key. “I am going to eat you alive,” he purred. 

Elrick took a deep, shaky breath, eyelids fluttering. “I look forward to it.” 

iii. a midnight visitor

Emmanuel made him wait for hours

Elrick shouldn’t be annoyed by that, considering he said he was helping Luciana move…but he was. If Emmanuel had all that time to waste teasing him in the lobby, surely he had time to come up here and make good on his promises. 

When Emmanuel did finally decide to grace Elrick with his presence, it was well past midnight and Elrick had given up on him showing up altogether. He assumed at that point, Emmanuel had just been fucking with him and he’d get his spare key back in the mail. 

Then he would proceed to pretend nothing had ever happened between them to save himself the embarrassment of having to explain to his mother the reason he wanted to have Emmanuel Maravalle murdered. 

Emmanuel did not knock. He used the spare key and entered Elrick’s apartment like he belonged there. He was newly showered, smelling of grapefruit and rose infused soap. The scent was so strong, Elrick could smell him from across the room. 

He wrinkled his nose. 

Emmanuel eyed him with an amused expression, closing his front door behind him and stepping into Elrick’s enormous living room. “Have you been waiting for me all this time?” he asked. 

Elrick narrowed his eyes, leaning back against his overstuffed couch. “No,” he said, petulant as ever. “I have other things to worry about than whether or not you were going to grace me with your presence this evening.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Emmanuel smirked, making his way over to the couch. He was dressed in a loose-fitting green v-neck and what appeared to be his sister Luciana’s sweatpants considering how tight and short they were on his legs. 

“Are you wearing your sister’s sweatpants?” Elrick asked, changing the subject. 

“I am,” Emmanuel said, doing a little spin before he plopped down on the couch right next to Elrick. “Do you like them?” 

“Why?” Elrick questioned, preferring not to answer Emmanuel’s question. Of course he liked them. They fit him well despite being a little too short. They also left…very little to the imagination. 

“I literally helped my sister move into her new apartment today. Which means I was carrying boxes from the street to the elevator and into her apartment. Sooo…” he trailed off, smirking. “I didn’t think you’d want me to come up here all covered in sweat.” He leaned a little closer to Elrick. “I thought you’d want us to get all sweaty together.”

“What exactly do you think is going to happen here?” Elrick asked, backing away from Emmanuel and studying his face. 

“Are you really asking me that right now, Elrick?” Emmanuel sighed, reaching out to stroke his hand over Elrick’s cheek. “Haven’t we played enough games?” 

Elrick leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering closed. “Can’t you let me at least…pretend to resist you?” 

“No,” Emmanuel whispered, so close Elrick could feel his breath on his lips. “We’re done with that. I’ve been waiting almost two whole years to do this. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Elrick scoffed, eyes opening again. “Like you made me wait for hou —”

“Shut up , Elrick,” Emmanuel groaned, grabbing his face and crashing their mouths together.

Elrick immediately panicked, pushing Emmanuel away. 

Emmanuel looked surprised. “Oh my god,” he said, holding up his hands apologetically. “I’m sorry. I thought…did I misread this entire situation? I didn’t mean to…you invited me up here…I…”

“No! I want this…you just…” Elrick stammered. “My teeth , Emmanuel. I could hurt you!” 

“Is that all?” Emmanuel deadpanned.

“I don’t…I don’t want to make you bleed,” Elrick gasped. It was something he worried about constantly. Considering his first few kisses hadn’t exactly gone…according to plan. 

Emmanuel sighed with relief, smirking mischievously. “What if I want you to hurt me?” He closed the space between them again, peppering Elrick’s face with kisses. “Your teeth don’t scare me. I fully expect you to use them.” 

“I could kill you,” Elrick argued. 

“I’m a Maravalle,” Emmanuel said. “I’m impossible to kill.” 

“But…” 

Emmanuel put his finger over Elrick’s lips to silence him. “Do you want to keep making excuses, or do you want to have some fun?” 

Elrick didn’t respond, instead he pulled Emmanuel back toward him, kissing him roughly.

Emmanuel hummed happily into his mouth, pushing the younger man back on the couch until he lay on top of him.  

Elrick readjusted himself beneath him, trying to get into a more comfortable position so he wasn’t bent at an odd angle. When he couldn’t quite lay like he wanted, he whined pitifully. 

“God,” Emmanuel breathed, pulling away and grabbing Elrick by his hips, adjusting him so Emmanuel knelt between his legs. “You’re such a needy little slut.” 

Elrick’s mouth fell open in surprise. No one had ever called him something like that.

“Don’t act so surprised,” Emmanuel smirked, pinning Elrick’s arms over his head as he leaned down to kiss him again. “I told you I was going to demolish you,” he said between kisses. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’re ruined for everyone else.” 

He bucked his hips against Elrick abruptly, making the younger man gasp into his mouth. 

“I’m going to make you mine, Elrick Bhuvanesh,” Emmanuel growled, pulling away from his lips to nip at his throat. “I am going to be all you think about.” 

“You already are ,” Elrick admitted, moaning as Emmanuel sucked on his throat hard , rolling the flesh between his teeth. “If you’re trying to mark me, you’ll have to bite harder than that.” 

“Do you want me to mark you?” Emmanuel asked, peppering kisses along Elrick’s jaw. “I have an iron brand I could burn into your skin if that’s what you’re into.”

Elrick shivered violently beneath him and curled his toes. 

Emmanuel chuckled. “Do you want me to hurt you?” he whispered, nipping at his pointed ear. 

Please ,” Elrick begged. 

“I knew I was going to enjoy this,” Emmanuel responded, hastily pulling Elrick’s shirt over his head and using it to loosely bind his hands above his head. Then, he pulled an iron brand of the Maravalle’s family crest out of his pocket.

“I didn’t know you lot had those,” Elrick admitted. “Aren’t iron brands outlawed?” 

“I’m the magical realm, sure,” Emmanuel said, “But humans have no idea the fae even exist. So they aren’t bound by your laws.”

He lowered the brand to Elrick’s stomach, the iron hovering just barely above his skin. 

Elrick could already feel the heat of the metal against his skin. The muscles in his stomach jerked involuntarily. 

“Tell me to knock it the fuck off if I actually hurt you, yeah?” Emmanuel instructed. 

“Yeah,” Elrick nodded, watching as Emmanuel pressed the brand hard against his skin. 

Elrick wasn’t sure what he expected to feel. He’d been burned by iron before, sometimes it was unavoidable and the pain was almost always excruciating. And it took nearly an entire day for it to heal completely, but this was different. 

The pain was still there, biting into his skin. He could literally smell his flesh cooking beneath it, but it was somehow less severe than the last time he’d unwittingly burned himself on an iron sword. 

“Was that okay?” Emmanuel asked, moving the brand away from his skin. 

“Do it again,” Elrick pleaded immediately. 

Emmanuel branded his chest this time and Elrick didn’t think he’d ever been more turned on than he was in that moment. 

“Are you okay, Elrick?” Emmanuel asked. 

Elrick was more than okay. He was…euphoric. His head was clouded with lust and endorphins and Emmanuel goddamn Maravalle was marking him with his family crest. 

“I’ve imagined this so much,” Elrick said, opening his eyes to look at Emmanuel. “Ever since that day two years ago.”

“And what do I do to you when you imagine this?” Emmanuel asked, pocketing the brand and leaning down to press soft kisses to Elrick’s chest. 

“You’ve already surpassed my imagination,” Elrick admitted.

Emmanuel hummed softly, nipping at Elrick’s belly. “Surely there’s something you want me to do that I haven’t already done.” 

Elrick took a shaky breath, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Having you here…” he began, voice shaky. “Is more than enough for me.”

“God, you’re such sappy little shit, aren’t you?” Emmanuel growled, biting his stomach harder, right next to the brand he’d burned into his skin. 

Elrick whined and rolled his hips.

“Tell me what you want, or I’m going to roll you over right now and fuck you so hard you’ll be sobbing when I’m done,” Emmanuel growled.

Elrick smirked down at him. “What if that’s exactly what I want?” 

Emmanuel moaned. “You’re such a little shit, you know that?” he asked. 

“But you like it,” Elrick retorted. 

“Don’t tell me what I like,” Emmanuel smirked, grabbing his hips and flipping him over to lay on his stomach as if he weighed nothing at all. 

Elrick gasped in surprise. “Are all you Maravalle’s this strong or just you?” 

Emmanuel laughed, loud and full-bellied. “ Please , Elrick. You weigh 90 pounds. My grandmother could throw you across the room and she has a bad back.”

Elrick glared back at him. “I weigh well over that and you know it. I’m not scrawny , Emmanuel.”

Emmanuel raked his eyes over Elrick’s body. “Coulda fooled me,” he said.

Elrick rolled his eyes. “Shut up and fuck me ,” he barked. 

Emmanuel sat back on his haunches. “I think you’re forgetting who is in charge here,” he smirked. “Lest you forget, I’m the one on top of you .”

“Only because I’ve allowed it,” Elrick growled in response. “Don’t act like I couldn’t kill you if I wanted.” 

Emmanuel laughed again. “You wouldn’t dare. None of you Bhuvanesh do any of your own dirty work. That’s why you have the Maravalle. To do all your killing for you.”

Elrick was up in an instant, unbound with his hand on Emmanuel’s throat. “I am so much stronger than you are, Maravalle,” he said, darkly, tossing Emmanuel down on the couch and mounting him. “You think you could hold me down if I didn’t want you to?” 

He could feel Emmanuel’s cock jerk against his belly through the thin sweatpants the older man wore. 

“You wouldn’t even be alive if I didn’t will it,” Elrick growled. “I could kill you right here, right now with a flick of my wrist. It would mean nothing to me.”

Emmanuel shuddered and groaned. 

“You’re my play thing,” Elrick continued, enjoying the effect he was having on Emmanuel. He reached down between them, palming Emmanuel’s cock. It twitched against his hand and Emmanuel sighed, tilting his head back. 

Elrick’s mouth watered at the sight of Emmanuel’s long slender neck exposed to him. God, this man was going to be the death of him. 

Anyone else would be scared shitless right now, but Emmanuel? He was turned on . Elrick was literally threatening to kill him and he was practically leaking pre-cum into his boxers. 

“It should be illegal for someone to have a throat so…” he gestured vaguely. 

“Just wait until I use it to swallow your cock,” Emmanuel responded, shit eating grin on his face. 

The mouth on him. 

Emmanuel pushed Elrick back down onto the couch, and unbuttoned his jeans, yanking both his jeans and pants off in one go. 

Elrick swallowed hard as Emmanuel drank him in, eyes lingering on his cock as he licked his lips. 

“Is this okay?” Elrick asked, suddenly self-conscious beneath his gaze. “I can…change it if you want.” 

“It’s perfect,” Emmanuel said. “You’re perfect.” He leaned down and kissed him again, soft and slow this time. 

Elrick leaned up into the kiss, sighing into Emmanuel’s mouth. 

Emmanuel rolled beside him on the couch, gripping his length in his hand and using his thumb to spread pre-cum over the tip slowly. 

Elrick sighed and rolled his hips. “Haven’t I had enough teasing for a lifetime?” he asked. 

“Not nearly,” Emmanuel responded, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“God, I hate you,” Elrick complained. 

“You won’t when I finally make you cum all over this nice couch,” Emmanuel responded in kind.

Elrick moaned in response, bucking up into Emmanuel’s hand. “If you don’t hurry up and fuck me I might just cum all over your hand,” he hissed. 

“Do it and I’ll never fuck you again,” Emmanuel threatened. 

A little thrill went through Elrick. So this wasn’t just a one time thing? 

Emmanuel released his length and Elrick groaned, cracking his eyes open to watch him. He was rummaging in the pocket of Lucian’s sweatpants again, pulling out a key, the brand, and another set of keys and tossing them on the table. 

“What are you looking for?” Elrick asked.

“Lube and a condom,” Emmanuel responded, pulling a small tube of it out of his pocket and presenting both it and a condom to Elrick triumphantly. 

“I also have lube, you know,” Elrick responded. “You didn’t have to bring you own.”

“Why would you need lube?” Emmanuel teased. “Aren’t you a virgin or something?”

Elrick snorted. “Hardly.”

Emmanuel smirked, kissing him sweetly. “See? I knew you were a little slut.”

Elrick laughed.

“But I’m about to ruin you for everyone else,” Emmanuel purred, reaching down between his legs and circling his anus with his newly lubed fingers. 

Elrick swallowed, his eyes slipping closed as he concentrated on the feeling of Emmanuel teasing him there . His finger circling and spreading lube between his thighs, massaging him open. 

“You’re so good,” Emmanuel breathed into his ear, leaning up to kiss and nip at his throat. He pressed the tip of his finger inside of him.

Elrick tensed at the unfamiliar sensation, taking a shaky breath. Relax , he willed himself, letting the tension fade from his body. 

Emmanuel kissed his forehead, his cheek, his mouth. He pressed his finger further inside. 

“Am I your first guy?” Emmanuel asked, moving a second lube soaked finger to press against Elrick’s opening. 

“No,” Elrick answered honestly. 

Emmanuel made a contemplative noise, rephrasing his question, “Am I your first guy like this?” He wiggled his finger pointedly.

Elick swallowed, his cheeks flushing red. “Yes,” he answered. 

Emmanuel buried his face in his neck and sighed happily. “I knew you’d wait for me,” he teased. 

“Shut up,” Elrick blushed. “I was—”

“Just let me have this,” Emmanuel said. 

No ,” Elrick responded, but he stopped arguing all the same. 

Emmanuel pressed a second finger inside of him and he gasped, his breath coming faster as he willed himself not to tense up.

The sensation was so foreign to him. He’d never had someone inside of him like this. It was almost overwhelming considering how long he had waited for whatever this flirtation between them was to come to fruition. 

When Emmanuel got the second finger inside of him fully, he spread his two fingers apart, opening Elrick up more. 

The sensation had him bucking his hips and clenching his eyes shut tight. His teeth were set on edge, a thrill of pleasure rushing over him. He hadn’t expected this to be so intense

“Easy there, your highness,” Emmanuel said, “don’t get too excited yet.”

“Don’t call me that when you have your fingers inside of me,” Elrick complained. “Or it’s all I’ll think about the next time someone addresses me like they supposed to.”

“Oh I’m counting on it, highness,” Emmanuel chuckled. 

“I hate you,” Elrick sighed. 

Emmanuel pressed a third finger into him. 

“Jesus,” Elrick shuddered. He hadn’t expected that. It took all of his willpower not to cum right then and there. 

Emmanuel curled his fingers inside of him, spreading him nice and wide. “You like that, my prince?” He asked. “You like feeling me inside you?”

Yes, ” Elrick said without hesitation. 

He had never been with someone so vocal during sex. Most of his partners had been quiet, but Emmanuel talked so much . Elrick was embarrassed by how much he liked it. 

“I think you’re ready so I’m gonna slide my fingers out now, okay?” Emmanuel said, voice low and filled with lust. 

Yes ,” Elrick answered. He’d been waiting for Emmanuel to fuck him for hours. It felt like it took a literal lifetime for them to get to this point. 

Emmanuel slid his fingers out slowly, standing up from the couch to shimmy out of his sister’s sweatpants and pull his shirt over his head, tossing them both to the floor. 

He was bigger than Elrick expected, thicker too. 

“Is there a problem, my prince?” Emmanuel asked playfully. 

“Of course not,” Elrick answered. “I’m just surprised is all. Sit down so I can fuck you.”

Emmanuel chuckled softly. “You won’t be fucking anyone,” he teased. “I’ll be fucking you.” He lowered himself back down onto the couch, unwrapping the condom sliding it down over his length. 

“Come on, then.” he said, helping Elrick into his lap. 

“Finally,” Elrick sighed, gripping the base of Emmanuel’s cock as he lowered himself down onto it slowly. He pressed his forehead into the older man’s throat as he took in his length. 

“You can bite if you need to,” Emmanuel whispered against his ear. “I know how overwhelming this can be the first time. I’ve bottomed before.” 

Elrick moaned wantonly against his throat. “I hope you’ll bottom for me sometime.” 

Emmanuel chuckled warmly. “Not a chance, your highness.” 

Elrick groaned and sank down on him completely, pressing his face into Emmanuel’s shoulder, sucking gently at his skin. 

Emmanuel gripped his hips and moaned loud into his ear, fucking up into him in short, tight strokes. 

Elrick made a sobbing noise, digging his nails into the couch behind Emmanuel’s back. 

“Bite me,” Emmanuel said. 

“I’m not supposed to,” Elrick responded, pulling away to study Emmanuel’s face. 

“You’re also not supposed to be fucking someone you’re not betrothed to,” Emmanuel said, smirking. “And yet here we are.” He thrust up into him again, gripping his hips harder and building a rhythm. 

“I…” Elrick blushed, “Do you really want me to bite you?” 

“Yes,” Emmanuel said. “The idea of you sinking your sharp ass teeth into my throat is fucking hot , dude.”

Elrick shivered. “You might pass out from blood loss,” he said.

“I’m a necromancer, Elrick,” Emmanuel deadpanned. “And a Maravalle at that. I think I’ll be fine .” 

“You can’t raise yourself from the dead, idiot,” Elrick responded. 

“Yeah, well. My sister is right downstairs,” Emmanuel chuckled. 

“I do not want to have to explain to your sister why you passed out naked in my apartment from blood loss,” Elrick groaned. 

“She’s bonded to you,” Emmanuel responded. “It’s not like she could tell anyone.”

“Yes, but she would know. And I don’t know if you’ve met your sister, but I would never hear the end of it,” Elrick complained. 

“Alright,” Emmanuel said, grabbing Elrick by the back of the neck and flinking him face down onto the couch. “If you’re not gonna bite me…” he trailed off, pushing Elrick’s face down into the couch cushions. “I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

He pushed himself back inside of Elrick, not bothering to let the younger man adjust this time. He snapped his hips quickly, fucking him hard and fast. 

Elrick bit the couch cushion to keep himself from screaming. He wouldn’t dare give Emmanuel the satisfaction of seeing him so undone by his cock. 

“Is this better, Your highness?” Emmanuel hissed, his long body draped over him as he fucked him into the couch. “Is this what you wanted?” Emmanuel’s hands were on either side of Elrick’s head as he fucked into him hard

The feeling was indescribable. Emmanuel’s cock filled him so completely that every thrust sent waves of immeasurable pleasure through his entire body. 

He was half out of his mind, head turned as he gasped for breath. Broken, needy moans escaped his lips and he gripped the couch for dear life. The way he was bent beneath Emmanuel was starting to hurt , but he didn’t dare try to readjust. He could take a little pain in exchange for all the pleasure. 

Emmanuel pressed down on his lower back, bending him further down into the couch cushions, his cock hitting exactly where Elrick needed him. 

Elrick whined, his toes curling. “Yes, yes, yes ,” he panted. “ Yes .” He arched up into Emmanuel, pressing needly little kisses to the older man’s wrist. 

“You feel so good,” Emmanuel groaned, his thrusts falling out of rhythm as he got close. 

Elrick smirked into the couch. “I thought you said you were going to fuck me until I begged you to stop,” he teased. “And you’re already close.” 

“Shut up you little shit,” Emmanuel panted, grabbing a fistful of Elrick’s hair and pulling him up off the couch. “I can finish whenever I want.”

“Yes, but I thought you wanted to pleasure me,” Elrick goaded. 

“You’re such an insufferable little asshole,” Emmanuel moaned, gripping Elrick’s thigh and stilling his hips. He was breathing heavily, his whole body trembling. 

“Are you tired already?” Elrick smirked, “I’m so disappointed .” 

Emmanuel growled and reached around him, pulling him back so he was almost flush against Emmanuel’s chest. He wrapped his hand around Elrick’s cock, jerking him off as he fucked up into him slow and shallow. 

The angle was awkward, but Elrick was hardly paying much attention to that. He bucked up into Emmanuel’s hand. He’d been close before he started teasing Emmanuel about not lasting, but now he was—

His hips jerked violently as he came over Emmanuel’s hand after barely even a handful of strokes. 

Emmanuel groaned into his ear. “You were close this whole time making me feel bad for not being able to keep up with you. God you’re such a little shit.” He moved his hand from Elrick’s cock wiped his cum on his belly. Then, he reached up and gripped Elrick’s throat, squeezing just enough to make his head spin as he began to move his hips again.

Elrick made a noise of protest, still overstimulated from his orgasm. 

“No,” Emmanuel said. “You don’t get to protest. You’re the one who came first.”

Elrick whined pitifully, rolling his hips lazily against Emmanuel’s cock. 

“God you’re so hot like this. All sleepy and spent,” Emmanuel gasped, pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses against Elrick’s back and shoulders. 

Elrick made a soft keening noise in reply. His head was still spinning from his orgasm, stars floating behind his eyelids. He’d never come so hard before in his life

Emmanuel wrapped his arm around his waist, his thrusts picking up again as Elrick started to come down from his high. 

“You’re such a mess,” Emmanuel moaned, fucking him harder. His thrusts became erratic and out of sync again. “God, I’m close.”

“Then finish,” Elrick said. 

“What? No more teasing?” Emmanuel gasped, hips jerking. He finished with a long, low grown against Elrick’s back. 

“No teasing necessary, it seems,” Elrick answered, smirking at him over his shoulder. 

“Shut up and get off of me,” Emmanuel laughed. 

Elrick complied, standing up from the couch. His stomach was covered in cum from where Emmanuel has used it as his own personal cum rag. Not to mention his ass was dripping with lube. He also still had Maravalle brands burned into his stomach and chest. He’d almost forgotten about those. 

How long had they been doing this? He didn’t even want to know. 

“I need to shower immediately,” Elrick said, gathering his long hair up into a messy high bun. “You can…stay if you want. I have a guest room or…”

Emmanuel stood up from the couch, joints cracking as he stretched. “Of course I’m staying, you idiot,” he leaned down to press a quick, chaste kiss to Elrick’s lips. “And I’ll be sleeping in your bed. I don’t know what you thought this was, but I actually like you, Bhuvanesh.”

Elrick stared up at him. “Okay,” he said. 

“Is that all you have to say?” Emmanuel asked. 

“If you wanted me to tell you, I like you too, I’m not going to,” Elrick smirked, grabbing a hair tie from his coffee table and using it to hold his hair in place. 

“Then I don’t have to stay here,” Emmanuel threatened. 

“You’re right, you don’t,” Elrick said, turning and sort of walking, sort of waddling to the bathroom. 

Emmanuel followed after him. “Come on, man,” he said. “I told you I liked you. And you can’t return the favor?”

“No,” Elrick responded, disappearing into his bathroom and turning his shower on. 

“Because it’s not true?” Emmanuel asked, voice quiet. 

“No,” Elrick said, smiling sadly at him.. “Because it is .” He left the ‘and I’m supposed to marry someone else’ unsaid.

Unfaithfully Yours

CW: Cheating, branding, rough sex, NSFW

i. oh no, he’s hot.

Elrick Bhuvanesh was seventeen-years-old the first time he sat on his father’s throne. 

Today he would be tested on his ability to command. He was also to grant Emmanuel Maravalle, the middle high-born Maravalle child, the ability to induct others into the magical realm. 

This would be the first bout of magic not related to self-transformation he’d be allowed to complete on his own. The Key Keeper ceremony was a simple one, but the job was so important to the magical realm he was practically vibrating with excitement at the idea of performing it.

He had, of course, seen his father do it hundreds of times, but this time he was allowed to do it alone

“Your highness,” his single guard addressed him, pulling him from his thoughts. 

“Yes?” Elrick asked, eyeing the man. 

He was short and buff with dark skin and glittering emerald eyes, a tell-tale family trait of the low-blood Maravalles. 

“Emmanuel Maravalle has arrived, shall I bring him in?” The guard asked.

Elrick nodded curtly.

“As you wish, my prince,” the Maravalle said, retreating from the throne.

When the guard entered again, Emmanuel in tow, Elrick had to bite his tongue to curb his very real reaction to the high-born Maravalle. 

He was incredibly tall and waifishly thin with a broad chest and long dreadlocked hair that spilled over his shoulders. He was probably the most gorgeous man Elrick had ever seen. 

The lower-caste Maravalle walked Emmanuel to the center of the room, standing aside as Emmanuel lowered himself to his knees, head bowed with one arm crossed over his chest. 

“My prince,” Emmanuel said in a voice so deep and melodic, it gave Elrick chills. 

“Maravalle,” Elrick said, voice wavering. 

The edges of Emmanuel’s lips quirked upward into a little smirk at the sound. 

Something that did not go unnoticed by Elrick. This one was going to be trouble , he could tell. 

“Shall I rise, my prince?” Emmanuel asked, interrupting his thoughts.

Elrick narrowed his eyes. “You’ll rise when you are commanded to rise,” he snapped, trying to sound authoritative. 

Emmanuel’s infuriating little smirk grew larger. 

“As you command, my prince,” Emmanuel said, his tone teasing. 

On the throne, Elrick shifted, a strange, but not altogether unpleasant feeling coming over him. He should not be attracted to the disrespect this Maravalle was showing him. And yet.

“But I cannot kneel before you all day,” Emmanuel teased, licking his lips. “Unless that is what you desire.” He raised his gaze, to look at Elrick, eyes dancing with amusement. 

Elrick’s mouth opened in surprise, his stomach doing somersaults. No one, not even his betrothed, had ever spoken to him like this. He knew he should punish Emmanuel for his insolence and for embarrassing him in front of a low-born Maravalle guard, but…

He liked being spoken to like that. 

“Rise then, Maravalle,” Elrick commanded, irritated. “Let’s get this over with.”

“You want to be rid of me already?” Emmanuel asked, rising to his full height. “I’m hurt.”

Elrick chose not to respond, rising slowly from the throne and walking toward Emmanuel with purpose. “Give me your hand,” he commanded. 

Emmanuel did as he was bid, offering him his hand, palm up.

Elrick tried not to stare at the length of his fingers or the sheer size of Emmanuel’s hand compared to his own. He also definitely did not stop breathing, nor was his heart racing wildly in his chest. He was the picture of grace and ease as he reached forward, pressing a single razor sharp fingernail into Emmanuel’s palm until the older man’s blood bubbled forth. 

“Say your oath,” Elrick said, “bind yourself to the magical realm as its servant for all the rest of your days.” He released Emmanuel’s palm, waving his hand in the space between them to produce the Key Keeper alter. “Bind your blood to the keepers before you.”

Emmanuel lowered his hand to the altar, pressing his palm flat against it. 

“I bind myself to the magical realm, to magic itself, as a keeper of secrets and the keys to the kingdom. I give myself as a servant, willing magic to use me as it pleases for the good of the realm,” Emmanuel recited. 

The altar glowed beneath his touch, accepting his bloodied handprint into the catalogue of Key Keepers that was kept by the realm. 

“And so you are bound,” Elrick said. 

Emmanuel raised his eyes from the altar, lifting his hand and turning it over. “Consano,” he said, healing the wound Elrick had given him. The skin of his palm smooth again.

“Great job,” Emmanuel smiled, reaching out to pat Elrick on the shoulder. “I would never have known this was your first time.”

Elrick glanced at where Emmanuel’s hand was on his arm, literally touching him. Other than family members, touching like this was now allowed. Even something so innocent as this. 

Emmanuel had to have known that, but he did it anyway

“Emmanuel,” Elrick said, his voice a low rumble of warning. 

“Elrick,” Emmanuel responded in kind. 

A soft, breathy gasp escaped his lips. No one outside of his parents and Adorara had ever called him by his first name. 

Emmanuel chuckled. “Are you surprised by my disrespect, my prince?” he teased.

Elrick’s mouth went dry. He had no idea how to respond. Etiquette dictated that he should punish Emmanuel for this, but…

“Why hasn’t the low-born reprimanded you?” Elrick demanded, eyeing the low-born Maravalle curiously. 

“Is that what you want?” Emmanuel questioned. “For Adrien to reprimand me?” 

Elrick turned his gaze back up to Emmanuel. 

“Have I offended you so greatly that you would have someone of my own blood remove me from your presence?” Emmanuel pressed.

Elrick watched him, in silence for a long moment. 

“No,” he admitted. 

“Then what do you want, your highness?” 

“For you to answer my question,” Elrick snapped. “Why has the low born not…put a stop to this?” He wasn’t comfortable in engaging in this type of behavior with a supervisor present. 

“I bribed him,” Emmanuel said, shifting nervously. “Is that okay?”

“Why?” Elrick asked, surprised. 

“Have you seen yourself?” Emmanuel asked, gesturing to Elrick’s body. 

Elrick narrowed his eyes in confusion. “What were you expecting to…get out of this? Bribing our supervisor?” 

Emmanuel shrugged. “ You . I wanted to see you.”

“Why me?” Elrick asked. “Of everyone else you could’ve—”

“Do you remember when we first met?” Emmanuel interrupted. 

Elrick blinked up at him in surprise. “No,” he answered honestly. He honestly thought this was the first time they had ever met each other. 

“It was when you and Lucian met formally for the first time,” Emmanuel said. “You probably don’t remember it because we were all so young. I think you and Lucian were seven at the time, but I remember.”

“What does this have to do with—” Emmanuel pressed one of his long, slender fingers to Elrick’s lips to quiet him. 

“Lucian had been so nervous about meeting you. Meeting the royal you’re supposed to be bound to for eternity or until one of you dies is not an easy thing to do,” Emmanuel continued. “We’d heard things about you and your family all our lives. How dangerous and calculating you all were, but…you were different.”

Elrick shifted in front of him, still silenced by Emmanuel’s finger pressed to his lips. Normally, this slight would be punishable by death, but Elrick had never been as uptight as his family tried to raise him to be. 

“Lucian couldn’t see it then,” Emmanuel said. “I’m not sure she can even see it now, but I noticed. You’re not at all like your family. And I wanted the chance to see… you .” He lowered his hand from Elrick’s lips, indicating that the other man could speak again if he wanted to. 

“And?” Elrick asked. “Did I surprise you?”

“Yes,” Emmanuel admitted. 

Elrick wanted to ask how, he wanted to know what Emmanuel had expected him to react to the things he’d said to him, but the giant door to the throne room opened with a loud creaking noise and the two of them jumped apart. 

ii. here we go again

Elrick Bhuvanesh was nineteen and in his second year of university when he saw Emmanuel again. 

After their brief encounter a few years ago, Elrick had tried to put Emmanuel out of his mind, but there was no denying the raw attraction between them. He’d never have someone pay him so much attention. 

So, seeing him there in the lobby of his apartment building had been a surprise to say the least. 

“Emmanuel,” Elrick said, approaching him. 

The days of adult supervision were behind them now, since he’d turned eighteen and moved to Manhattan. Now he and Emmanuel could be completely alone without anyone to bribe. The idea of that thrilled him more than it should have.

“Elrick,” Emmanuel said, surprised. “What are you doing here?” 

“I…live here,” Elrick responded, as if it should have been obvious. This was the best magic friendly building on the Upper East Side. Plus, his family owned it.

“Oh, uh,” Emmanuel glanced around the building nervously. “I guess I should’ve expected that.”

Emmanuel seemed so different than the last time they’d met. He was more anxious and twitchy, his eyes scanning the lobby around them. 

“Who are you looking for?” Elrick asked. 

“My sister. And her roommate. I’m helping them move in today,” Emmanuel answered, distracted. 

“Luciana is moving here?” Elrick questioned, scanning the lobby as well. 

Emmanuel stilled for a moment, his gaze finally settling on Elrick’s face. He raised his eyebrow as if to ask ‘you expected her to live somewhere else’?

Elrick was annoyed at himself for even asking. Of course Lucian would be living here. “Who is her roommate?” he asked, changing the subject. “Another Maravalle?”

Emmanuel looked uncomfortable and he chewed the inside of his cheek nervously. “Do you remember the last time we saw each other?” he asked. “When I became a Key Keeper? Officially.”

“I…” Elrick went still. Of course he remembered, their conversation had been so strange and sexually charged, but he didn’t know if he should just…tell Emmanuel that or if he should play coy. 

Emmanuel didn’t wait for his answer. Instead, he stepped into Elrick’s space, his hand coming up to grip his chin forcefully. “Take me upstairs,” Emmanuel whispered. 

Elrick made a pitiful, needy sound. He’d been thinking about this moment since Emmanuel left the palace that day. What could have happened between them if they’d had more time alone. 

Emmanuel chuckled down at him. “Could you at least try to act like a high blood? I know I’m hot, but damn. I’m nothing compared to you or your betrothed.” 

“Don’t command me to take you upstairs and mention Adorara in the same breath,” Elrick snapped.

“I’m not commanding anything of you, my prince. I wouldn’t dream of giving a high blood orders. Not me, a lowly Maravalle,” Emmanuel purred.

“Don’t act so innocent,” Elrick snorted. “Not when you’ve already disrespected me so openly.”

“Oh, but you like it when I disrespect you, Elrick ,” Emmanuel teased. “Or you wouldn’t let me do it so much.”

“Don’t tell me what I like,” Elrick said softly, a little thrill going through his body at the sound of his name on Emmanuel’s lips. 

Emmanuel hummed thoughtfully. “How about you don’t act like you’re the one in control here, Bhuvanesh.” 

Elrick swallowed hard, biting back a low, needy groan. He shouldn’t be acting like this, especially not in public. There were royals and low-class magical creatures alike lounging around the lobby. Any of them could see them, standing there so close together, Emmanuel gripping his chin and smirking down at him. 

He could have Emmanuel killed for this. For treating him so familiarly. For even uttering his common name. He was supposed to address him by his title. Always . Unless it was impossible to do so without giving them away to the mortal realm. Even then, he should only use his first name. To debase him so completely was dangerous.

“See?” Emmanuel smirked. “Told you, you liked it.”

Elrick huffed, pushing Emmanuel’s hand away and taking a step back. “You’re playing with fire, Maravalle.” 

Emmanuel honest-to-God chuckled at him, crossing his long, spindly arms over his broad chest. “Then walk away, your highness,” he shrugged. “Makes no difference to me.”

Elrick clenched his fists by his side, closing his eyes tight for a for moments and taking several deep breaths to calm down. It wasn’t every day he was so…bothered by a middle blood. Emmanuel had been under his skin for several years now, though. And he didn’t think that was going to change anytime soon. 

He fished his keys out of his pocket and removed his spare, stepping forward and back into Emmanuel’s space. He pressed the spare key into Emmanuel’s palm. “Tell Luciana I say hello,” he said, glaring up at Emmanuel, daring him to disobey. 

Instead, the older man smirked, his hand closing around the key. “I am going to eat you alive,” he purred. 

Elrick took a deep, shaky breath, eyelids fluttering. “I look forward to it.” 

iii. a midnight visitor

Emmanuel made him wait for hours

Elrick shouldn’t be annoyed by that, considering he said he was helping Luciana move…but he was. If Emmanuel had all that time to waste teasing him in the lobby, surely he had time to come up here and make good on his promises. 

When Emmanuel did finally decide to grace Elrick with his presence, it was well past midnight and Elrick had given up on him showing up altogether. He assumed at that point, Emmanuel had just been fucking with him and he’d get his spare key back in the mail. 

Then he would proceed to pretend nothing had ever happened between them to save himself the embarrassment of having to explain to his mother the reason he wanted to have Emmanuel Maravalle murdered. 

Emmanuel did not knock. He used the spare key and entered Elrick’s apartment like he belonged there. He was newly showered, smelling of grapefruit and rose infused soap. The scent was so strong, Elrick could smell him from across the room. 

He wrinkled his nose. 

Emmanuel eyed him with an amused expression, closing his front door behind him and stepping into Elrick’s enormous living room. “Have you been waiting for me all this time?” he asked. 

Elrick narrowed his eyes, leaning back against his overstuffed couch. “No,” he said, petulant as ever. “I have other things to worry about than whether or not you were going to grace me with your presence this evening.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Emmanuel smirked, making his way over to the couch. He was dressed in a loose-fitting green v-neck and what appeared to be his sister Luciana’s sweatpants considering how tight and short they were on his legs. 

“Are you wearing your sister’s sweatpants?” Elrick asked, changing the subject. 

“I am,” Emmanuel said, doing a little spin before he plopped down on the couch right next to Elrick. “Do you like them?” 

“Why?” Elrick questioned, preferring not to answer Emmanuel’s question. Of course he liked them. They fit him well despite being a little too short. They also left…very little to the imagination. 

“I literally helped my sister move into her new apartment today. Which means I was carrying boxes from the street to the elevator and into her apartment. Sooo…” he trailed off, smirking. “I didn’t think you’d want me to come up here all covered in sweat.” He leaned a little closer to Elrick. “I thought you’d want us to get all sweaty together.”

“What exactly do you think is going to happen here?” Elrick asked, backing away from Emmanuel and studying his face. 

“Are you really asking me that right now, Elrick?” Emmanuel sighed, reaching out to stroke his hand over Elrick’s cheek. “Haven’t we played enough games?” 

Elrick leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering closed. “Can’t you let me at least…pretend to resist you?” 

“No,” Emmanuel whispered, so close Elrick could feel his breath on his lips. “We’re done with that. I’ve been waiting almost two whole years to do this. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Elrick scoffed, eyes opening again. “Like you made me wait for hou —”

“Shut up , Elrick,” Emmanuel groaned, grabbing his face and crashing their mouths together.

Elrick immediately panicked, pushing Emmanuel away. 

Emmanuel looked surprised. “Oh my god,” he said, holding up his hands apologetically. “I’m sorry. I thought…did I misread this entire situation? I didn’t mean to…you invited me up here…I…”

“No! I want this…you just…” Elrick stammered. “My teeth , Emmanuel. I could hurt you!” 

“Is that all?” Emmanuel deadpanned.

“I don’t…I don’t want to make you bleed,” Elrick gasped. It was something he worried about constantly. Considering his first few kisses hadn’t exactly gone…according to plan. 

Emmanuel sighed with relief, smirking mischievously. “What if I want you to hurt me?” He closed the space between them again, peppering Elrick’s face with kisses. “Your teeth don’t scare me. I fully expect you to use them.” 

“I could kill you,” Elrick argued. 

“I’m a Maravalle,” Emmanuel said. “I’m impossible to kill.” 

“But…” 

Emmanuel put his finger over Elrick’s lips to silence him. “Do you want to keep making excuses, or do you want to have some fun?” 

Elrick didn’t respond, instead he pulled Emmanuel back toward him, kissing him roughly.

Emmanuel hummed happily into his mouth, pushing the younger man back on the couch until he lay on top of him.  

Elrick readjusted himself beneath him, trying to get into a more comfortable position so he wasn’t bent at an odd angle. When he couldn’t quite lay like he wanted, he whined pitifully. 

“God,” Emmanuel breathed, pulling away and grabbing Elrick by his hips, adjusting him so Emmanuel knelt between his legs. “You’re such a needy little slut.” 

Elrick’s mouth fell open in surprise. No one had ever called him something like that.

“Don’t act so surprised,” Emmanuel smirked, pinning Elrick’s arms over his head as he leaned down to kiss him again. “I told you I was going to demolish you,” he said between kisses. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’re ruined for everyone else.” 

He bucked his hips against Elrick abruptly, making the younger man gasp into his mouth. 

“I’m going to make you mine, Elrick Bhuvanesh,” Emmanuel growled, pulling away from his lips to nip at his throat. “I am going to be all you think about.” 

“You already are ,” Elrick admitted, moaning as Emmanuel sucked on his throat hard , rolling the flesh between his teeth. “If you’re trying to mark me, you’ll have to bite harder than that.” 

“Do you want me to mark you?” Emmanuel asked, peppering kisses along Elrick’s jaw. “I have an iron brand I could burn into your skin if that’s what you’re into.”

Elrick shivered violently beneath him and curled his toes. 

Emmanuel chuckled. “Do you want me to hurt you?” he whispered, nipping at his pointed ear. 

Please ,” Elrick begged. 

“I knew I was going to enjoy this,” Emmanuel responded, hastily pulling Elrick’s shirt over his head and using it to loosely bind his hands above his head. Then, he pulled an iron brand of the Maravalle’s family crest out of his pocket.

“I didn’t know you lot had those,” Elrick admitted. “Aren’t iron brands outlawed?” 

“I’m the magical realm, sure,” Emmanuel said, “But humans have no idea the fae even exist. So they aren’t bound by your laws.”

He lowered the brand to Elrick’s stomach, the iron hovering just barely above his skin. 

Elrick could already feel the heat of the metal against his skin. The muscles in his stomach jerked involuntarily. 

“Tell me to knock it the fuck off if I actually hurt you, yeah?” Emmanuel instructed. 

“Yeah,” Elrick nodded, watching as Emmanuel pressed the brand hard against his skin. 

Elrick wasn’t sure what he expected to feel. He’d been burned by iron before, sometimes it was unavoidable and the pain was almost always excruciating. And it took nearly an entire day for it to heal completely, but this was different. 

The pain was still there, biting into his skin. He could literally smell his flesh cooking beneath it, but it was somehow less severe than the last time he’d unwittingly burned himself on an iron sword. 

“Was that okay?” Emmanuel asked, moving the brand away from his skin. 

“Do it again,” Elrick pleaded immediately. 

Emmanuel branded his chest this time and Elrick didn’t think he’d ever been more turned on than he was in that moment. 

“Are you okay, Elrick?” Emmanuel asked. 

Elrick was more than okay. He was…euphoric. His head was clouded with lust and endorphins and Emmanuel goddamn Maravalle was marking him with his family crest. 

“I’ve imagined this so much,” Elrick said, opening his eyes to look at Emmanuel. “Ever since that day two years ago.”

“And what do I do to you when you imagine this?” Emmanuel asked, pocketing the brand and leaning down to press soft kisses to Elrick’s chest. 

“You’ve already surpassed my imagination,” Elrick admitted.

Emmanuel hummed softly, nipping at Elrick’s belly. “Surely there’s something you want me to do that I haven’t already done.” 

Elrick took a shaky breath, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Having you here…” he began, voice shaky. “Is more than enough for me.”

“God, you’re such sappy little shit, aren’t you?” Emmanuel growled, biting his stomach harder, right next to the brand he’d burned into his skin. 

Elrick whined and rolled his hips.

“Tell me what you want, or I’m going to roll you over right now and fuck you so hard you’ll be sobbing when I’m done,” Emmanuel growled.

Elrick smirked down at him. “What if that’s exactly what I want?” 

Emmanuel moaned. “You’re such a little shit, you know that?” he asked. 

“But you like it,” Elrick retorted. 

“Don’t tell me what I like,” Emmanuel smirked, grabbing his hips and flipping him over to lay on his stomach as if he weighed nothing at all. 

Elrick gasped in surprise. “Are all you Maravalle’s this strong or just you?” 

Emmanuel laughed, loud and full-bellied. “ Please , Elrick. You weigh 90 pounds. My grandmother could throw you across the room and she has a bad back.”

Elrick glared back at him. “I weigh well over that and you know it. I’m not scrawny , Emmanuel.”

Emmanuel raked his eyes over Elrick’s body. “Coulda fooled me,” he said.

Elrick rolled his eyes. “Shut up and fuck me ,” he barked. 

Emmanuel sat back on his haunches. “I think you’re forgetting who is in charge here,” he smirked. “Lest you forget, I’m the one on top of you .”

“Only because I’ve allowed it,” Elrick growled in response. “Don’t act like I couldn’t kill you if I wanted.” 

Emmanuel laughed again. “You wouldn’t dare. None of you Bhuvanesh do any of your own dirty work. That’s why you have the Maravalle. To do all your killing for you.”

Elrick was up in an instant, unbound with his hand on Emmanuel’s throat. “I am so much stronger than you are, Maravalle,” he said, darkly, tossing Emmanuel down on the couch and mounting him. “You think you could hold me down if I didn’t want you to?” 

He could feel Emmanuel’s cock jerk against his belly through the thin sweatpants the older man wore. 

“You wouldn’t even be alive if I didn’t will it,” Elrick growled. “I could kill you right here, right now with a flick of my wrist. It would mean nothing to me.”

Emmanuel shuddered and groaned. 

“You’re my play thing,” Elrick continued, enjoying the effect he was having on Emmanuel. He reached down between them, palming Emmanuel’s cock. It twitched against his hand and Emmanuel sighed, tilting his head back. 

Elrick’s mouth watered at the sight of Emmanuel’s long slender neck exposed to him. God, this man was going to be the death of him. 

Anyone else would be scared shitless right now, but Emmanuel? He was turned on . Elrick was literally threatening to kill him and he was practically leaking pre-cum into his boxers. 

“It should be illegal for someone to have a throat so…” he gestured vaguely. 

“Just wait until I use it to swallow your cock,” Emmanuel responded, shit eating grin on his face. 

The mouth on him. 

Emmanuel pushed Elrick back down onto the couch, and unbuttoned his jeans, yanking both his jeans and pants off in one go. 

Elrick swallowed hard as Emmanuel drank him in, eyes lingering on his cock as he licked his lips. 

“Is this okay?” Elrick asked, suddenly self-conscious beneath his gaze. “I can…change it if you want.” 

“It’s perfect,” Emmanuel said. “You’re perfect.” He leaned down and kissed him again, soft and slow this time. 

Elrick leaned up into the kiss, sighing into Emmanuel’s mouth. 

Emmanuel rolled beside him on the couch, gripping his length in his hand and using his thumb to spread pre-cum over the tip slowly. 

Elrick sighed and rolled his hips. “Haven’t I had enough teasing for a lifetime?” he asked. 

“Not nearly,” Emmanuel responded, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“God, I hate you,” Elrick complained. 

“You won’t when I finally make you cum all over this nice couch,” Emmanuel responded in kind.

Elrick moaned in response, bucking up into Emmanuel’s hand. “If you don’t hurry up and fuck me I might just cum all over your hand,” he hissed. 

“Do it and I’ll never fuck you again,” Emmanuel threatened. 

A little thrill went through Elrick. So this wasn’t just a one time thing? 

Emmanuel released his length and Elrick groaned, cracking his eyes open to watch him. He was rummaging in the pocket of Lucian’s sweatpants again, pulling out a key, the brand, and another set of keys and tossing them on the table. 

“What are you looking for?” Elrick asked.

“Lube and a condom,” Emmanuel responded, pulling a small tube of it out of his pocket and presenting both it and a condom to Elrick triumphantly. 

“I also have lube, you know,” Elrick responded. “You didn’t have to bring you own.”

“Why would you need lube?” Emmanuel teased. “Aren’t you a virgin or something?”

Elrick snorted. “Hardly.”

Emmanuel smirked, kissing him sweetly. “See? I knew you were a little slut.”

Elrick laughed.

“But I’m about to ruin you for everyone else,” Emmanuel purred, reaching down between his legs and circling his anus with his newly lubed fingers. 

Elrick swallowed, his eyes slipping closed as he concentrated on the feeling of Emmanuel teasing him there . His finger circling and spreading lube between his thighs, massaging him open. 

“You’re so good,” Emmanuel breathed into his ear, leaning up to kiss and nip at his throat. He pressed the tip of his finger inside of him.

Elrick tensed at the unfamiliar sensation, taking a shaky breath. Relax , he willed himself, letting the tension fade from his body. 

Emmanuel kissed his forehead, his cheek, his mouth. He pressed his finger further inside. 

“Am I your first guy?” Emmanuel asked, moving a second lube soaked finger to press against Elrick’s opening. 

“No,” Elrick answered honestly. 

Emmanuel made a contemplative noise, rephrasing his question, “Am I your first guy like this?” He wiggled his finger pointedly.

Elick swallowed, his cheeks flushing red. “Yes,” he answered. 

Emmanuel buried his face in his neck and sighed happily. “I knew you’d wait for me,” he teased. 

“Shut up,” Elrick blushed. “I was—”

“Just let me have this,” Emmanuel said. 

No ,” Elrick responded, but he stopped arguing all the same. 

Emmanuel pressed a second finger inside of him and he gasped, his breath coming faster as he willed himself not to tense up.

The sensation was so foreign to him. He’d never had someone inside of him like this. It was almost overwhelming considering how long he had waited for whatever this flirtation between them was to come to fruition. 

When Emmanuel got the second finger inside of him fully, he spread his two fingers apart, opening Elrick up more. 

The sensation had him bucking his hips and clenching his eyes shut tight. His teeth were set on edge, a thrill of pleasure rushing over him. He hadn’t expected this to be so intense

“Easy there, your highness,” Emmanuel said, “don’t get too excited yet.”

“Don’t call me that when you have your fingers inside of me,” Elrick complained. “Or it’s all I’ll think about the next time someone addresses me like they supposed to.”

“Oh I’m counting on it, highness,” Emmanuel chuckled. 

“I hate you,” Elrick sighed. 

Emmanuel pressed a third finger into him. 

“Jesus,” Elrick shuddered. He hadn’t expected that. It took all of his willpower not to cum right then and there. 

Emmanuel curled his fingers inside of him, spreading him nice and wide. “You like that, my prince?” He asked. “You like feeling me inside you?”

Yes, ” Elrick said without hesitation. 

He had never been with someone so vocal during sex. Most of his partners had been quiet, but Emmanuel talked so much . Elrick was embarrassed by how much he liked it. 

“I think you’re ready so I’m gonna slide my fingers out now, okay?” Emmanuel said, voice low and filled with lust. 

Yes ,” Elrick answered. He’d been waiting for Emmanuel to fuck him for hours. It felt like it took a literal lifetime for them to get to this point. 

Emmanuel slid his fingers out slowly, standing up from the couch to shimmy out of his sister’s sweatpants and pull his shirt over his head, tossing them both to the floor. 

He was bigger than Elrick expected, thicker too. 

“Is there a problem, my prince?” Emmanuel asked playfully. 

“Of course not,” Elrick answered. “I’m just surprised is all. Sit down so I can fuck you.”

Emmanuel chuckled softly. “You won’t be fucking anyone,” he teased. “I’ll be fucking you.” He lowered himself back down onto the couch, unwrapping the condom sliding it down over his length. 

“Come on, then.” he said, helping Elrick into his lap. 

“Finally,” Elrick sighed, gripping the base of Emmanuel’s cock as he lowered himself down onto it slowly. He pressed his forehead into the older man’s throat as he took in his length. 

“You can bite if you need to,” Emmanuel whispered against his ear. “I know how overwhelming this can be the first time. I’ve bottomed before.” 

Elrick moaned wantonly against his throat. “I hope you’ll bottom for me sometime.” 

Emmanuel chuckled warmly. “Not a chance, your highness.” 

Elrick groaned and sank down on him completely, pressing his face into Emmanuel’s shoulder, sucking gently at his skin. 

Emmanuel gripped his hips and moaned loud into his ear, fucking up into him in short, tight strokes. 

Elrick made a sobbing noise, digging his nails into the couch behind Emmanuel’s back. 

“Bite me,” Emmanuel said. 

“I’m not supposed to,” Elrick responded, pulling away to study Emmanuel’s face. 

“You’re also not supposed to be fucking someone you’re not betrothed to,” Emmanuel said, smirking. “And yet here we are.” He thrust up into him again, gripping his hips harder and building a rhythm. 

“I…” Elrick blushed, “Do you really want me to bite you?” 

“Yes,” Emmanuel said. “The idea of you sinking your sharp ass teeth into my throat is fucking hot , dude.”

Elrick shivered. “You might pass out from blood loss,” he said.

“I’m a necromancer, Elrick,” Emmanuel deadpanned. “And a Maravalle at that. I think I’ll be fine .” 

“You can’t raise yourself from the dead, idiot,” Elrick responded. 

“Yeah, well. My sister is right downstairs,” Emmanuel chuckled. 

“I do not want to have to explain to your sister why you passed out naked in my apartment from blood loss,” Elrick groaned. 

“She’s bonded to you,” Emmanuel responded. “It’s not like she could tell anyone.”

“Yes, but she would know. And I don’t know if you’ve met your sister, but I would never hear the end of it,” Elrick complained. 

“Alright,” Emmanuel said, grabbing Elrick by the back of the neck and flinking him face down onto the couch. “If you’re not gonna bite me…” he trailed off, pushing Elrick’s face down into the couch cushions. “I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

He pushed himself back inside of Elrick, not bothering to let the younger man adjust this time. He snapped his hips quickly, fucking him hard and fast. 

Elrick bit the couch cushion to keep himself from screaming. He wouldn’t dare give Emmanuel the satisfaction of seeing him so undone by his cock. 

“Is this better, Your highness?” Emmanuel hissed, his long body draped over him as he fucked him into the couch. “Is this what you wanted?” Emmanuel’s hands were on either side of Elrick’s head as he fucked into him hard

The feeling was indescribable. Emmanuel’s cock filled him so completely that every thrust sent waves of immeasurable pleasure through his entire body. 

He was half out of his mind, head turned as he gasped for breath. Broken, needy moans escaped his lips and he gripped the couch for dear life. The way he was bent beneath Emmanuel was starting to hurt , but he didn’t dare try to readjust. He could take a little pain in exchange for all the pleasure. 

Emmanuel pressed down on his lower back, bending him further down into the couch cushions, his cock hitting exactly where Elrick needed him. 

Elrick whined, his toes curling. “Yes, yes, yes ,” he panted. “ Yes .” He arched up into Emmanuel, pressing needly little kisses to the older man’s wrist. 

“You feel so good,” Emmanuel groaned, his thrusts falling out of rhythm as he got close. 

Elrick smirked into the couch. “I thought you said you were going to fuck me until I begged you to stop,” he teased. “And you’re already close.” 

“Shut up you little shit,” Emmanuel panted, grabbing a fistful of Elrick’s hair and pulling him up off the couch. “I can finish whenever I want.”

“Yes, but I thought you wanted to pleasure me,” Elrick goaded. 

“You’re such an insufferable little asshole,” Emmanuel moaned, gripping Elrick’s thigh and stilling his hips. He was breathing heavily, his whole body trembling. 

“Are you tired already?” Elrick smirked, “I’m so disappointed .” 

Emmanuel growled and reached around him, pulling him back so he was almost flush against Emmanuel’s chest. He wrapped his hand around Elrick’s cock, jerking him off as he fucked up into him slow and shallow. 

The angle was awkward, but Elrick was hardly paying much attention to that. He bucked up into Emmanuel’s hand. He’d been close before he started teasing Emmanuel about not lasting, but now he was—

His hips jerked violently as he came over Emmanuel’s hand after barely even a handful of strokes. 

Emmanuel groaned into his ear. “You were close this whole time making me feel bad for not being able to keep up with you. God you’re such a little shit.” He moved his hand from Elrick’s cock wiped his cum on his belly. Then, he reached up and gripped Elrick’s throat, squeezing just enough to make his head spin as he began to move his hips again.

Elrick made a noise of protest, still overstimulated from his orgasm. 

“No,” Emmanuel said. “You don’t get to protest. You’re the one who came first.”

Elrick whined pitifully, rolling his hips lazily against Emmanuel’s cock. 

“God you’re so hot like this. All sleepy and spent,” Emmanuel gasped, pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses against Elrick’s back and shoulders. 

Elrick made a soft keening noise in reply. His head was still spinning from his orgasm, stars floating behind his eyelids. He’d never come so hard before in his life

Emmanuel wrapped his arm around his waist, his thrusts picking up again as Elrick started to come down from his high. 

“You’re such a mess,” Emmanuel moaned, fucking him harder. His thrusts became erratic and out of sync again. “God, I’m close.”

“Then finish,” Elrick said. 

“What? No more teasing?” Emmanuel gasped, hips jerking. He finished with a long, low grown against Elrick’s back. 

“No teasing necessary, it seems,” Elrick answered, smirking at him over his shoulder. 

“Shut up and get off of me,” Emmanuel laughed. 

Elrick complied, standing up from the couch. His stomach was covered in cum from where Emmanuel has used it as his own personal cum rag. Not to mention his ass was dripping with lube. He also still had Maravalle brands burned into his stomach and chest. He’d almost forgotten about those. 

How long had they been doing this? He didn’t even want to know. 

“I need to shower immediately,” Elrick said, gathering his long hair up into a messy high bun. “You can…stay if you want. I have a guest room or…”

Emmanuel stood up from the couch, joints cracking as he stretched. “Of course I’m staying, you idiot,” he leaned down to press a quick, chaste kiss to Elrick’s lips. “And I’ll be sleeping in your bed. I don’t know what you thought this was, but I actually like you, Bhuvanesh.”

Elrick stared up at him. “Okay,” he said. 

“Is that all you have to say?” Emmanuel asked. 

“If you wanted me to tell you, I like you too, I’m not going to,” Elrick smirked, grabbing a hair tie from his coffee table and using it to hold his hair in place. 

“Then I don’t have to stay here,” Emmanuel threatened. 

“You’re right, you don’t,” Elrick said, turning and sort of walking, sort of waddling to the bathroom. 

Emmanuel followed after him. “Come on, man,” he said. “I told you I liked you. And you can’t return the favor?”

“No,” Elrick responded, disappearing into his bathroom and turning his shower on. 

“Because it’s not true?” Emmanuel asked, voice quiet. 

“No,” Elrick said, smiling sadly at him.. “Because it is .” He left the ‘and I’m supposed to marry someone else’ unsaid.

Red Wine

Her large pink plastic earrings clicked against her sunglasses as she walked fast into the room holding a huge bottle of red wine.  The other agents that had been in the room stopped talking for a minute and gazed over at her, some of them even allowing their jaws to drop open.

What!?” She shrieked, grabbing a corkscrew from one of the kitchen drawers and twisting it into the cork at the top of the bottle.  

“Dess…” Someone said from near her, sounding concerned.

“Not now, Kura,” Dess responded harshly, reaching up and ripping the short black wig off of her head and tossing it onto the granite counter top.  

“Is everything alright?” Kura asked, obviously oblivious to Desdemona’s foul mood.  Dess growled, yanking the cork out of the bottle and taking a big swig.  The liquid went down hot, but not burning hot like other liquors.  

“Did your mission go okay?” Kura asked, jumping a little when Dess slammed the bottle back down on the counter top.  

“Does it look like my mission went okay?” Desdemona shrieked, her brown hair falling out of its place on top of her head.  Kura swallowed hard, looking around at the others who were now busying themselves with whatever they currently had in front of them.

“Uh,” Kura said nervously, backing away from the extremely pissed off woman in front of her.  

Huh!?” Dess shrieked, spit flying from her mouth as she reached for the bottle again, taking another long swig.  

“No,” the girl squeaked, turning around and running out of the room.

“Pssh,” Dess said watching her run out before taking another swig from the bottle.

“Now that wasn’t very nice,” a male voice sounded from behind her, Dess whirled around and faced John, the most annoying agent ever to make it into AFTER.

“John,” she said, trying to sound annoyed, but it came out more surprised.  She swallowed, her throat feeling a little dry, probably due to the alcohol.  

“I think you should go and apologize,” John said, reaching out and taking the bottle of wine out of her hand.  Dess growled at him and reached out to take it back.  He held it away from her with a smirk on his face.  She snorted and crossed her arms across her chest, grinding her teeth together in annoyance.

“And if I don’t?” She asked, eyes narrowing.

“I’ll dump your whole bottle of wine here,” he said, bringing it to his lips to take a sip from the bottle before continuing, “Mmm,” he said, swishing the liquid around in his mouth, “And it tastes expensive.”  Dess just rolled her eyes.

“Why should I care?” She said, leaning closer to him, breath reeking of alcohol (and not just red wine), “I stole it.” John smirked again.

“Tch, tch, tch,” he said, wagging his finger in her face, “What am I going to do with you? You’ve been so naughty today.”  Dess blinked, arching her eyebrow and willing herself not to blush at John’s obvious sexual tone.

“Pssh,” she said, clicking her tongue, “Like you’d do anything, you’re not my dad.” Dess reached out and grabbed the bottle out of John’s hand, walking past him slow, hips swaying and practically daring him to do something about her being naughty.

“Don’t tempt me,” he warned her, eyes practically glued to her perfectly peach shaped behind.

“Like, this?” She asked, taking another swig from the bottle and heading for the stairs.  When she got to the bottom of the staircase she turned back over her shoulder and blew him a kiss.  

“Told you,” she called back to him, “you’re not man enough to handle me.”  John took in a deep breath through his nostrils, rushing to the staircase behind her.  The look on Desdemona’s face when he stopped next to her was priceless.

“And I told you not to tempt me,” he growled, grabbing the bottle and tossing it almost casually over his shoulder.  Desdemona watched, mouth agape as the wine bottle shattered against the red carpet.

“That’s gonna st—” She shrieked as John grabbed her and flung her over his shoulder, climbing the stairs to the girl’s rooms.  

“I need to teach you some manners,” he hissed, stomping down the hall and yanking open the door to her bedroom.  Once inside, he slammed the door behind him, tossing her onto the bed roughly.  She screamed, grabbing at her white comforter.  

“I just made this bed!” She screamed, grabbing one of her fluffy feather pillows and throwing it at him.  John said nothing, advancing on her and pinning her beneath him.  

“I think someone needs a spanking,” he said, flipping her over beneath him effortlessly as if she were a rag doll.  

“Let go of me!” Dess screamed against the bed, struggling to free herself.

“No,” John said, sniggering a little as he pulled his hand back and brought it down to hit her rump hard.  Dess screamed again, begging him to stop.

“Are you going to apologize to Kura?” He asked.

“God no!” she responded, he smacked her rump hard again.  She screamed, hand clutching at the comforter.

“Are you?” he asked.

“Fine!” She yelled, “Fine I’ll tell her I’m sorry!”

“And?” He asked, smacking her again, but softer and more playful this time.

“AND!?” She shrieked, there was more that he wanted her to do?

“What about me?” He asked, “Are you going to tell me that you’re sorry?”

“In your dreams!” She responded, he chuckled and smacked her butt again, so hard that it echoed off the walls.  She screamed, tears coming to her eyes.

“You seem to be forgetting the kind of position you’re in right now, Dess,” he said, hitting her butt just soft enough so it would bounce slightly.

“Fine,” she whimpered, “I’m sorry, will you please stop now?” John chuckled again, leaning down so he was right next to her ear.

“Do you really want me to stop, Dess?” He asked, his breath hitting against her cheek softly.  She took in a sharp breath, body tensing beneath him.

“I have to apologize to Kura….” She whispered, chewing on her bottom lip.

“Do you really want to do that?” he whispered, brushing her hair away from her neck softly.  Beneath him, she shivered at this touch.

“I don’t know,” she said, whimpering softly as he kissed her neck. “m…maybe…”

“Are you sure?” He asked, kissing her neck again, this time sucking a little.

“You wanted me to,” she muttered as he reached beneath her, grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing gently.  

“Well, we’re kind of busy right now, aren’t we?” He asked, nibbling on her earlobe.  Dess moaned loudly.

“Yes,” she hissed.  Maybe this time…her mind trailed off, remembering the last time John had her in a position like this, bent over a table in the computer room.  He left before he could do anything that time.  

“Don’t stop this time,” she mewled.  

“I’m not going to,” he said seductively, moving off of her a little so he could force her onto her back.

“Promise me,” she begged as he practically tore her shirt off of her and tossed it onto the floor.

“Does it seem like I’m going to stop?” He asked, pulling her up into a sitting position and kissing her roughly.  She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed one of her breasts with one hand and undid her bra with the other.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed as he pulled away to take her bra off.  He chuckled a little bit.

“I’m not going to, Dess,” he whispered, kissing her collar bone gently before moving lower to take one of her nipples into his mouth.  

“A…ah,” Dess moaned, spreading her legs a little bit.

“Wet already?” He asked before touching his tongue to her other nipple, teasing it a little before taking that one into his mouth as well, running his tongue over it in circular motions.  Dess gripped the sheets and moaned even louder.

“You like that?” He asked, amused.

“Don’t. Stop,” she gasped.  He smirked, taking her other nipple into his mouth and licking it in the same circular motion.  Dess moaned again, reaching down and pushing her already short leather miniskirt up and rubbing her clit through her white lacey panties.

“Now, now, now,” John said, pulling back from her breasts, “That’s my job.”  Dess sighed softly as he moved her hand, unzipping her skirt and slowly pulling it down over her legs.  When he got to her feet, he stopped for a moment, contemplating.

“What?” Dess asked, sitting up a little and looking at him, “Why’d you stop?” 

“I think I like the shoes better on,” he whispered, pulling her skirt off the rest of the way and letting it fall to the floor.

“Shoe fetish?” She asked, amused.  John smirked at her, but didn’t answer, instead he spread her legs, fitting himself between them and started to plant soft kisses against her stomach.

“A..ah…” she breathed, tangling her fingers in his hair.  He kept kissing lower, rubbing his thumb against her clit softly.

“Harder,” she pleaded, bucking her hips, but he did not comply, teasing her.  She moaned louder the lower he got, her loudest moan being when he reached the top of her panties.   

He stopped for a minute, watching as she arched her back and bucked her hips again.  Then he started kissing even lower, planting a soft kiss against her through her panties.  Dess took in a sharp breath, back arching, hands gripping against her blanket.  

“You like that?” He asked, teasing her a little by flicking his tongue against her clit through her panties.  She mewled loudly, hips bucking.

“Please,” she begged, opening her legs wider.  He smirked, pulling her panties to the side before flicking his tongue against her bare clit.  She hissed beneath him, biting her lip and spreading her legs as wide as they could go.  

“Mmm,” he said, pulling away from her and yanking her panties off and over her sexy red and black stiletto heels.  

“J…John” she whimpered as he let her panties slide from his hand onto the floor.

“God, you’re so sexy” he whispered, gazing down at her body. 

“I…I’m ready,” she whispered, body tensing slightly at the idea of having sex for the first time.

“Shh, Dess,” he whispered back, pulling his shirt off and undoing his belt before leaning down and pressing his chest against hers.  She gasped, wrapping her arms around him. “You’ve got to relax,” he said against her throat, planting soft kisses.

“Mmph,” she whimpered, body relaxing a little.  John sighed, kissing against her shoulder and reaching down to undo his pants.  Dess tensed again as he kicked his shoes off and pulled his pants down a little ways.

“Dess,” he warned, “relax.”

“I’m scared,” she said as he pulled his pants down to his knees and pressed himself against her softly.  She whimpered a little, feeling him press against her through his cloth boxers.  

“Shh,” he told her, leaning and kissing her forehead gently, “it’s okay, Dess.” She whimpered a little when he pulled back and kicked his jeans off before pulling his boxers off slowly.  Dess swallowed as she watched him drop the boxers into the floor with the rest of their clothes.

“Ready?” He asked, pressing himself gently against her entrance.  She whimpered, gasping and tensing beneath him.

“Shh, Dess,” he said, leaning down to kiss her inner thigh.  She signed softly as he sucked on her skin.

“I want it,” she begged, “please.”  He stopped for a moment, looking up at her and smiling softly and slipping just the tip inside of her.  She whimpered and gasped.

“S…stop,” she begged, “for a second…please…i…it hurts.”  He stopped and waited for a few seconds before slipping farther inside of her.  She whimpered again, tears springing into her eyes.  He stopped again.

“Nnn…” she whimpered, “Keep going…” He pushed in deeper, stopping every time she made a noise like she was in pain.  

“Are you okay?” He asked, finally, almost breathless.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, “it feels so…good…” He smiled, pulling out of her a little ways before going back in.  Beneath him, she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back just slightly.  He bit his lip, thrusting a little faster inside of her.

“John,” she practically screamed, moving her hips in time with his thrusts.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered.  She moaned his name again, rocking her hips harder into him, heels digging into his back harder.  He wasn’t sure how much longer…he sighed, pressing his face into her shoulder and biting down on her skin.  She called his name again as he pulled out, coming on her stomach.

Dess sighed a little, watching as John reached for some Kleenex from her bed side table, wiping his cum off of her.  

“You don’t have to…” she whispered and he just smiled at her, wiping the rest of his cum off before leaning down and kissing her cheek.  She giggled a little bit, smiling softly.

“I…” she started, biting her lip.  

“What?” John asked, laying down next to her and brushing a piece of hair out of her face.

“Thanks…” she said, blushing a little at how stupid she must’ve sounded just then.  John laughed, gathering her into his arms and kissing her forehead.

“I love you, Dess,” he said softly, “I….I know it took me awhile to say it…” he started, but trailed off when Dess pressed her fingers to his lips.

“It’s okay,” she told him, “If it’s any consolation, I probably said it too soon.”  He smiled down at her, kissing the tips of her fingers.

“You were perfect, by the way,” she told him, snuggling her face into his chest.  He laughed a little bit.

“But you didn’t…” he started, but she hushed him again, this time with a kiss.  

“We’ll worry about that later,” she said, “right now…all I want is…” she kissed him again before snuggling her face into his shoulder.  He hugged her tighter, naked bodies pressed together tightly.

“I love you too, by the way,” she said, a little late.  He chuckled, running his fingers through her hair.  

“It’s okay,” he said, “I pretty much already knew.”

The Original Marjorie Diaz Had a Happy Ending

The first time you see him, you’re in a group project together.  You’ve both been in the same major for nearly four years, and you’ve never seen him before.  You’ve never worked with him, never had a class with him. But you’re interested.  Just interested enough to overhear him when he begins talking about his girlfriend.  It seems like a dead end.  So you give up, but it’s a little more than love at first sight when you hear him laugh and he shoots you a smile when you make a sarcastic remark.

From then on out, he’s all sarcasm and wit and completely irresistible.  And you’ve decided that is just fine.  The group project keeps going, but instead of your little crush disappearing, it holds fast.  Every single time he says your name, your stomach decided to flip, your heart rate quickens, your pupils dilate.

So when you hear his beloved girlfriend crying in the bathroom, on the phone with her girlfriend, you may have gotten a little bit ahead of yourself.  But she needed help, and you may have needed her to get that help more than you’re willing to admit.  

She tells him on a Tuesday.  The day after your class ends.  And he stands there, and he listens, and he understands.  No hard feelings, he tells her and you stand off to the side and just watch.  Because you can’t help yourself, because somehow he’s become this overwhelming important thing in your life.  And you can’t breathe when she walks away. and. he. looks. at. you.

With that look.  The same look he’s reserved for her.  And you’re not quite sure what to do with the information your brain is encoding.  So you don’t do anything.  You smile a sad smile and wave a little bit as you go up the stairs to the left, trying to catch your breath while you lean against the bannister.  

But he’s there in an instant, his voice behind you.

“I wouldn’t trust that bannister,” he says and you jump and turn around.  And he’s wearing the most warm and inviting smile you’ve ever seen.  And you’re done for.  

It seems so easy at first.  Lunch.  Dinner.  Movies.  Cute text messages to wake up to, compliments when you know you look terrible.  And you’re so far gone you don’t notice when it changes.  

They’re at the table when you walk in.  The door was unlocked because you’d said you’d be over soon.  He always leaves the door unlocked when you text him you’ll be over soon.  After all you had plans.

They look up when you come in.  And there’s this woman you’ve never seen before, but she looks posh.  She’s drinking tea and wearing couture and you’re just in some leggings and an oversized sweatshirt because you’d been planning to play video games.

He looks surprised to see you.  But you know you sent that text.  The door was unlocked.  The door is only unlocked when you send a text first.

He says your name, rising up from the table and pulling out a chair for you.  This is something you’ve never seen him do, but you go to the chair anyways, sitting down and staring at the older woman at the table.

She looks you up and down, a stoic look on her pretty face.  But you can tell you’ve already left a bad impression.

“This is my mother,” he says, same stoic face and schooled features as he watches you.  Your eyes widen just a little bit, but your brain can’t quite process what he’s saying.

“Pleased to meet you,” his mother says, and you panic.  Because this woman is not what you expected from someone so warm and inviting and sweet.  This woman is a monster cloaked in fur and prada.  

“Y…yes,” you stammer, not quite sure what to do with your hands.  This whole situation is a mess.  But no one else’s face falters but yours.  His mother chuckles.  It’s a high pitched, airy sound.  The kind of sound you hear from people who think they’re superior to you.

“Honestly,” she says to her son, “Where did you get this one?  The Big Lots?” He sighs next to you, eyes closing slightly.  It sounds long-suffering and you’re too stunned to say anything else.  You close your mouth tight and force back nervous tears.

“What are you trying to do to this family?” She asks him, tone suddenly deadly serious as she looks you over again.  For the first time in his presence you feel like complete and utter trash.  For the first time in 3 months you feel lonely.

He says your name as you stand up and take your leave.  He calls after you, but you shut the door and walk away so you don’t have to feel so hurt anymore.  You’re not even sure what happened. You’ve never been so harshly judged by anyone, with the exception of your own mother.  

You had hoped that his mother would be kind.  And sweet.  And gentle.  But she’s so dark, and cruel, and she’s made you a laughingstock.  And. You. Feel. Like. Nothing.

Two days go by before he finally finds you alone in the library.  You haven’t been responding to his texts, calls, or messages.  Because you’ve never been so humiliated before in your life.  

And his smile has you so far gone that you spend the next 8 months trying to make everything right.  Despite your family and his family fighting you.  He doesn’t talk about his mother, and you don’t ask.  She seems to be staying away longer now and you feel safe in his tiny apartment, snuggled up on the couch, playing and watching him play games.

He beats you in Pokemon more than you’re willing to admit.  

Your final semester ends with an invitation to a ball.  You’re not quite sure who is throwing it, but according to the internet, dressing for a ball requires a lot of work and a lot of money.  You feel a little silly wishing you had a fairy godmother or maybe some animal friends to help you out.

In the end, you find a dress.  Or maybe the dress finds you.  Considering you never bought it.  It merely “showed up” in the mail.  It’s gorgeous.  Breathtaking, really.  Floor length with a sweetheart neckline, a gold sequined bodice, and taffeta layered skirt.  

It fits.  And in the back of your mind you think it’s a little bit strange, but you’re excited anyways.  You spend hours googling hair ideas, but never think about talking to him about it.  It’s to the point where you assume he’s already going with you.

The week before the ball you get a text message from an unlisted number.  Telling you the ball is that night.  The invitation was wrong.  And you’re flustered because night is only a few hours away.  And it isn’t long enough for you to be ready.

He doesn’t text you back when you send him a frantic message, asking him to meet you at your apartment.  He doesn’t even show up.  But you get dressed and go anyways, sending him the address so he’ll know where you are if he decides to make an appearance.

A car shows up to take you to the ball.  You never called a car, but you don’t want to drive yourself either.  So you get in and it takes you through the countryside and to a large mansion surrounded by woods.

When you arrive it’s like something out of a fairy tale.  You’ve never quite seen anything like it.  You’re a little wary of going alone, but the festivities beckon and your curiosity gets the better of you.  

That’s when you see him.  Escorting a beautiful woman in a pink and white low cut gown up the brick steps and into the mansion.  You bite your tongue when you see them, but it doesn’t stop you from letting out a strangled cry of surprise.  

And his eyes are on you in an instant.  As if he knew it was you.  As if he could hear your voice above the crowd.  And he’s shocked.  You run.

It doesn’t quite feel right going home.  So you sneak into the quarters of the mansion, finding an unlocked bedroom to lick your wounds in.  You’re crying beyond consolation before you find one, fingers cold and shaking.  But the room seems cozy if a little unused.  

There are a few pairs of shoes and white button up shirts tossed haphazardly on a chair by the door.  But your tears blur them all together as you make for the bed.  It’s a large king-sized bed with a wooden frame that creaks a little when you lay on the mattress.  You wrap the dark blue duvet around your shoulders, kick off your shoes, and finally let yourself go.

You feel so stupid to think that he could love you.  After all his mother would never approve.  Not ever.  Being in love is so stupid.  And god he’s never told you he loves you.  You think about how deluded you are while your eyes burn and you fall asleep.

He’s calling your name, and stroking your cheek when you wake up.  And you realize this is his room.  This is his mansion.  And your legs can’t get you away fast enough.  You’re not cut out for this life.

You’re not quite sure where you’re going to go, but you keep running.  Through the halls, down the stairs, and out of the front door.  The ground is muddy beneath your feet and it slows you down.  You can hear him behind you and you curse your skirts for the first time.  Beauty does not coincide with being swift.  Cinderella was a pro.

You make it into the woods behind the house.  Your feet and ankles sinking into the mud with every pump of your legs.  You’re struggling and your calves are burning and you can’t quite seem to make it far enough before you’re on your knees in a tiny clearing.  He’s a few steps away from you, bustling through the trees.  

“Let me explain,” he says, breathless and muddy.  And you don’t want to hear him, crawling through the mud to get farther away.  The clearing is less muddy than the woods, and you need to be able to stand up.  You need to get away.

“You were not supposed to be here,” he tells you, and you shoot him a look.  Filled with betrayal.

“I’m not with her,” he says, “I’m with you.  She’s nobody.  I was just escorting her to the ball…” he grabs your arm and pulls you to him.  He clings to you for dear life.  It seems like it’s been months since you’ve seen each other.  

“I love you,” you say because there’s nothing else you can say.  There’s no way to hold it back anymore.  And it hurts when the words from from your lungs.  And you aren’t quite sure he can return them.

Until he’s kissing you.  He’s kissing you all over and whispering those words against your skin and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.  He gathers the front of your taffeta skirts higher on your legs and you don’t stop him.  This isn’t like every other time.  You’re both drunk on each other and you don’t want him to stop.

The first time you make love is in the mud.  Holding into each other like your lives depends on it.  You’re not quite sure where his body ends and yours begins.  And you want to stay like that forever, with him inside of you and whispering just how much he needs you into your hair.  

But it does end.  And you lay tangled up in each other until the cold sets in and he drags you to your feet.  

Two hours in a scalding hot shower isn’t enough to chase away the cold.  You snuggle, shivering under the blankets.  Drying desperately to warm each other up with kisses, and hot breath against each other’s necks until you’re tangled together again.  Promises of love, and need, and forever.  

He’s gone when you wake up in the morning, but you expected that.  However, you did not expect the old woman who is sitting in the chair by the door.  The items that had occupied it formerly have now disappeared.  And she gazes at your fiercely.  

“I suggest you put on some clothing, young lady,” she tells you, tossing you your torn and muddied dress from the evening prior.  You don’t want to put it back on, but you do as she says, trying your best to shield your naked body from her.  

The fabric is stiff, and cold, and grimy.  It scratches against your skin, but you still manage somehow.  The clasps in the back are broken.  She tosses you an oversized white t-shirt to cover what the gown cannot.

“You’re ruining this family’s bloodline,” she says, grasping your wrist and pulling you out into the hallway, “and my mistress will not have a golddigger coming after her son.”  You begin to protest, but one glare forces your mouth shut as she guides you to the front door, out of the mansion, and to a car.  

“Don’t come back,” she tells you, giving the driver the address to your parents house.  But all you want to do is go home.  Back to your apartment.  You try to tell the driver that, but he continues driving the opposite direction, back to your childhood home.  

Your mother is waiting for you on the porch when you arrive, coated in mud, tear stains on your cheeks.  But she’s not warm or apologetic, she watches you like an animal would watch it’s prey as you make your way to the front door.  

“Dry it up,” she commands you as you place your hand on the knob to the storm door and pulling.  That only makes you cry harder.

He doesn’t call.  He doesn’t text.  And you’re no longer friends on any social media accounts.  And you realize what he’s done to you.  What he’s used you for.  You were nothing but a cheap, easy lay to him.  

Your mother agrees.  And you’re not quite sure how you’re going to make it home because you’re hours away with no car, and there’s no way a cab will take you that far.

But you get a text message.  From an unknown number.  And you know it’s him.  And he’s here to take you home.  You go to your old room and pack a few things.  Things you don’t really need, but want to see in your new place.  And you walk out, leaving your family behind and baffled.  

You meet him at the car down the street and it’s beautiful.  Because he’s smiling and helping you put your luggage in the trunk between stolen kisses and hugs.  And you’re so drunk on each other that you don’t even care that people are watching.  And you love him more than anything, so much that it hurts.

Then he says, “Let’s go home.” And you’re both smiling so big that you’re afraid your face is going to fall off.  Because it sounds like a promise.  It sounds like home is somewhere you go together.  

So he takes you home while you listen to music, and talk over it because you’re so happy to be together.  And he tells you he loves you a thousand times in a thousand different ways.  And he tells you about how he knows you’re going to make it and beat all the odds.  You being poor doesn’t matter to him.

Because you’re worth so much more than money.

It’s too late, I’m sure…

He was there when she awoke, standing by the window with his arm braced against the wall.  The light from outside was just beginning to filter into the darkness of the room and her head was pounding.  She could hardly look at him it was almost too bright, the light illuminating his tan skin and bouncing off of his bloodstained white button-up shirt.

“Jonas,” she croaks out his name and he tenses at the sound.  He turns to her then, his eyes filled with concern for an instant before his expression fades into indifference.

“P,”  A woman’s voice whispers in awe from the other end of the room.  P turns her head quickly, the pounding sensation worsening in her head.  She presses the heel of her hand to her forehead, closing her eyes tight.  

There’s an IV in her wrist, she realizes as she moves her hand.  Someone had provided her with medical care and with Chuck gone she had just hoped the care they had provided was necessary and correct.  Her head throbbed, her mind racing.  Why couldn’t she remember how she got here?

“What happened?” She asked, unable to acknowledge the other presence in the room through her pain. She heard Jonas shuffle away from the window and come to her side.  His concern made her uneasy, had they not only known each other for a number of small hours?  Across the room, the woman stood as well, her shoes clicking rhythmically on the floor as she came to the bed.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” She asked, her voice soft like sunset.  P was getting the distinct feeling that there was something else, something more hanging in the room between them then just a few hours.

“They took Chuck,” she answered almost immediately.  She could feel the change in the room even though she couldn’t see it.  She could feel Willow and Jonas exchanging worried glances and it made her sick to her stomach.  What had happened in these hours, these days?  A broken, uneasy feeling rushes through her and she feels the hot sting of tears in her eyes.  What had she forgotten?

“Is he dead?” She whispered harshly, moving her hand from her face and squinting up at them.  Willow’s face swam into view first and for the first time P was struck by how beautiful she was.  Or perhaps it wasn’t the first time?  She couldn’t quite recall, broken memories swam just out of reach of her mind.

She stood tall near her, clothed in the same soiled red dress she had always been in.  Her black hair was still a mess, her dark skin marred with the same bruises and cuts she had treated only hours before.  If they wore the same clothing it couldn’t have been longer than a day, could it?  She hadn’t lost more than a few days at most, but she remembered suggesting they change, she remembered them gratefully accepting a change of clothing.  

“Why are you back in those old clothes?” She asked suddenly, not wanting to hear the answer to whether or not Chuck had survived The Glass.  She looked at them each in turn, watching with an anxious feeling deep in her gut as his Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat.  Next to him Willow sucks in a breath, her pink lips parting.  P was shaking now, her whole body trembling with anticipation and fear.  

“You’ve lost a lot of time, P.”  Jonas was the first one to speak, his brown eyes filled with so many emotions.  He was sad, concerned, angry, but there was so much more there left unspoken.  She turns her head slightly, slowly to look at Willow who was looking at her with a similar mix of emotions in her eyes.  Something dangerous passed between them, something she didn’t quite remember.  She felt her stomach knot, her skin prickle with something electric.

“How much time?” She asked, her body reacting to their closeness.  Willow reached out and gripped her hand while Jonas settled his arm behind her shoulders.  The touch was both new and familiar, it made her feel like she was floating, dizzy with an emotion she didn’t quite understand.

“It doesn’t matter, P,” Willow says with a soft smile, leaning forward to press her forehead against P’s own.  At first P wanted to flinch away, the contact seeming so new and unwanted, but she remained there, unflinching and allowing the contact.  It made her stomach roll, erupt into a feeling she had never before experienced, her skin was hot beneath the touch.

“It does matter,” P complained, her eyes fluttering closed in some sort of muscle memory as Willow bumped her nose against her.  Jonas, for his part, remained calm and silent next to them, his hand gripping her shoulder in a reassuring touch that should have made P feel disgusted, but left her wanting more.

“You still remember,” Willow whispered, noting how she leaned into them for comfort.  P tensed, she didn’t remember, not quite.  She could tell there was something hanging in the air between the three of them, something she couldn’t quite touch, but it was there and it was palpable.  Willow tilted her head, nose brushing against hers once more.  P opened her eyes slightly, mouth watering, heart thudding in her chest.  

“I don’t remember,” P corrected, her eyes half closed, her lips parted in some strange sexual way she had only seen in magazines.  Her body reacted in ways that betrayed her.  In ways she didn’t quite understand.  

When she surged forward, so quickly it almost hurt, Jonas’s hand falling from her shoulders in surprise, it was almost as if she had not acted of her own accord.  Her lips found Willow’s, soft and warm against her own.  Her head ached, her body stinging in pain, but it all took a backseat to the feeling of the moment.  

Willow allowed her hands to rise, cupping P’s face, tilting back her head, fingers scratching softly at her jaw in a way that made P shiver.  She could feel the tears now, falling hot over her cheeks, catching on Willow’s fingers at her jaw.  Jonas stirred next to her, his hands on her again, cradling her back, rubbing soft circles between her shoulders.  She knew she should find it strange, should find the touch in such an intimate moment to be unwanted, but she didn’t.

Beneath his touch, her skin ignited.  Her lips moved hungrily against Willow like a woman starved.  It was like she had been without food, without water, without breath in her lungs.  When she finally pulled away, Willow lingered, eyes still closed and lips parted.  

She struggled to breathe, these newfound sensations nearly overcoming her, but before she could think another set of lips found her own, his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her head back gently.  Her head sang in pleasure and pain as he kissed her.  His once clean-shaven face now had a very pronounced stubble that tickled and scraped against her face in rhythm with his lips.

She had lost time, she had lost too much time she knew.  Her body’s reaction was a not only a betrayal to her mind, but it was also filled with a whisper of her memories.  When had they done this?  When had they become this?  She pulled back from him, heart thundering in her ears as she laid back on his arm and watched them.

Both of their eyes wide now and glassy with tears.  She swallowed as her own tears continued to fall.  This was a situation she had never been in before.  She had never lost her memories, never experienced the power of whatever electric feeling passed between them.  She reached up to run her hands through her hair, noticing for the first time that her head was closely shaven and her fingers had instead met the indentation of a large wound.  She pulled her hand away immediately, a loud, sharp sound escaping her mouth before she could stop it.  

Her eyes were on her companions again, searching.  She was mutilated.  She had been injured and severely at that.  The indentation in her head indicated a wound that was deep, but had begun to knit together again.  The time she lost echoed between them, her fear and self-hatred escaping through her tears that had begun flowing faster.

“Am I dead?” She asked suddenly, not trusting what was passing between them.  This harmony of need and want.  The feeling of something so much larger than herself, unable to be contained within her.  It felt so much like bliss, the harmony she had always been taught death brought to the people of The Sand.

“You’re not dead,” Willow spoke immediately with a sharp, startling laugh.  Her tears finally began to fall down her face, her gaze settling on the wound wound that marred P’s face.  It was a large, terrifying scar that stretched from her chin to the apex of her scalp that was held together by stitches and grafts of skin from the dermal regulator.  It was a wonder they had saved the sight in her eye.  

“You’re not,” Jonas confirmed, pressing a soft, tentative kiss against her scalp to the right of her ugly scar.  She felt his tears slide against her short hair, tingling against her skin as he wiped them with his thumb.

“I don’t understand,” P said, her voice sounded broken, confused.  She looked at both of them in turn, the ache in her head and neck forgotten for now in lieu of understanding what had been done to her.  

“You are very much alive,” Willow said, her voice sounding almost distant.  As if it had sparked something within her, a ghost of a memory that skipped away from her probing finger tips.  

“You’ve said that to me before,” P said, brow furrowed.  Willow nodded sadly, her tears zig-zagging against the dirt on her skin.  She could feel it, the ghostly haze of a memory igniting within her.  Next to her Jonas and Willow were silent as she worked through it, lost in the fog.

She could see it, almost as if she were watching a story.  There was screaming, impossibly loud noises popping all around them as she lay bleeding on the floor.  Her head ached as if it were on fire, her eyes coated in a liquid so thick she could not open them as she lay there choking on her own blood.

She could feel Willow next to her, her voice was soft and still against the torrent of other impossible sounds.  Her hands were gripped harshly against her wrists.  

“Stay with me,” her voice said, the only thing she could hear.

“Am I dead?” P struggled to ask against the blood streaming into her mouth.  She was choking, fading away by inches.

“No,” Willow said, voice loud and certain, “You are very much alive, and you are loved.”

“Loved?” P asked when she came from the memory, her eyes on Willow an understanding settling between them.  Willow nodded, choking back a sob. Love.  She was loved.  She turned to Jonas, her tears falling in earnest, making her eyes ache.

“Loved?” she asked him and he nodded too, holding her to his chest as gently as he possibly could.  

Star Wars: Zero Gravity (NSFW)

Pairing: Anakin/Padme 

Rating: M

Summary: A short zero grav smut drabble I wrote a few years ago.


They had been fighting when she followed him into his training chamber. She was a politician, a queen, he couldn’t expect her to be around more than she already was. He was always off on missions, it was difficult to be together. 

Inside the chamber, they continued their raised voices, Anakin was almost consumed by his emotions. He flipped the switch on the wall, removing the gravity from the chamber. 

“What are you doing?” She yelled, feeling her feet leave the ground, her skirt floating around her legs. Anakin grinned at her. 

“Sweeping you off your feet,” He says with a disarming grin. She glares at him.

“I’m still mad at you,” she says, crossing her arms as she floats helplessly through the air. But she couldn’t stop the smile that came as she watched Anakin float in zero gravity. 

“We don’t have time to be angry,” Anakin said, kicking off the wall and making his way towards her, flying through the room. They collided with one another and she yelped as he attempted to kiss her. 

His lips found hers easy enough and she laughed as they spun upside down, floating above the floor. He pulled her close to him, kisses becoming more passionate and insistent despite their laughter. 

Anakin tried desperately to keep the two of them together, his hands traveling across her back, and trying and failing to hike up her long skirt. For her part, Padme continued to laugh, but helped him by kicking away and slowly, whilst still spinning and flying in zero gravity, stripped off her clothing.

Anakin watched with interest as his wife struggled to remove her layers of skirts, shirts, and a variety of other things before she stared at him with a coy smile clad in nothing but her undergarments.

“You’re still clothed,” Padme said, sounding disappointed.  There were so few times she and Anakin got to enjoy each other like this.  She laughed when Anakin began to hastily strip his clothing off as well, turning every which direction as he tried to remove his boots.  

When he was naked before her, she eyed his body appreciatively.  Years of Jedi training had made him muscular and toned.  He watched her with a combination of lust and adoration in his eyes and she removed her last two garments, letting them float around them amongst the heap of other clothing.

Anakin held up his hand then, pulling Padme towards him.  Her body felt warm, her skin covered in goosebumps, and she could feel herself moving through space.  So there were other uses for The Force.  She smirked wickedly as he pressed his body against hers.

She lay her head against his chest, bringing her legs up to wrap around his waist.  She was closer to him than she had been previously, and neither were spinning.  She could still feel the power of the force over her, gently, but still present.  She supposed this was the only way they could do this without incident.  

He held her to him, his hands stroking over her ass and legs as she locked her ankles behind him.  Her body felt so lightweight and free, it was almost strange.

He slid into her with ease, and she felt the push and pull of his ability.  She felt like the tide, caught between Anakin and The Force as he made love to her.  He used one of his hands to pull her head back from his chest, pressing his lips to hers.

She felt lost in the sensations of him, of floating, of being pulled against his body.  He was sweating, moaning against her mouth, while she stayed still for him, her moans coming out in short pants of breath as he kissed her.

“Close,” he whispers to her and she’s so lost in the feeling of him she almost doesn’t recognize what the meaning of that word is.  She moves one of her hands from the back of his neck down her stomach and strokes herself so she can come with him.

And she does, body trembling and jerking as he moans her name against her throat.  Her body feels warm, boneless, and sated as he empties himself inside of her.  And she kisses him, short and chase as he comes down from his orgasm, her walls still fluttering around him from the aftershocks of her own.

“I love you,” he says against her lips.  She doesn’t even remember what they were fighting about.

Thanthos

It wasn’t the kind of place you’d expect to see someone like her. She was the type you’d see in the underground poetry clubs bearing her emo soul out before an audience that felt much of the same thing. 

She had short black hair that curled under her chin and bangs that covered her right eye, a pale complexion, red-painted lips, and she wore a lot of black eyeliner. She was one of those goth-emo types that seemed to attract his attention. However, this girl was different from his normal infatuations. She didn’t seem like a tormented soul at all as she lay out in a field of wild flowers, but he knew better.

He positioned himself in a sitting position on top of a large rock on the far end of the field and watched her as she lay there beneath the night sky, a soft breeze moving the flowers around her body. 

“Hey,” she said, without even opening her eyes. He didn’t answer her salutation, instead he slid from the rock and approached her. 

“Desdemona?” He asked, even though he already knew it was her.

“Yes,” she answered, eyes still closed. He knelt next to her and stared at her pale face, red lips, and charcoal painted eyes.

“I am Thanthos,” he answered, “I have a request.”

“And if I refuse?” she questioned, obviously knowing what the michevious spirit was up to.

“You know full well,” he began, “what will happen if you refuse me.”

“I do,” she answered. He traced over her cheek with black painted nails as she lay completely still.